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One of the advisors spoke up. She glanced at them once more. One with a small triangular beard, he was just talking to me. The other two are clean-shaven, no longer young, with intelligent faces and alertness in their eyes. The one who spoke to me has the look of a winner. Oh well.

“Greetings, Your Majesty, born Princess Mariiska.

“And you won’t cough,” she said calmly, it sounded very bold.

The guys from my guards could hardly keep from laughing. It was felt in the mind. Hope they keep their faces. Roma had a forced smile on his face. As if overcoming some resistance, he spoke:

“Counselors, they insist very much,” he emphasized with an intonation, “to get confirmation that you are a descendant of dragons, and not one of the dark magicians.

“Due to the fact that you are saying this, my dear, I will ignore the fact that this sounds like an insult.

She waved her guards to come closer. They stopped at a distance of one meter from me.

“The fact that I am a descendant of dragons, I will sh
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