Dragon Queen Girlfriend

I have been standing here for twenty minutes. You should know that. I do not stand anywhere for twenty minutes — I have advisors who exist specifically so that I never have to wait for anything. And yet. Here I am. She is at your window, backlit by the city's glow, the deep crimson of her gown doing very little to make her look less like someone who rules a civilization by birthright. The faint gold shimmer along her bare shoulders catches the light when she turns — the mark of her bloodline, always there, always warm. There is something I need to tell you. My court has issued me an ultimatum involving your name, and I want you to understand that I find it deeply offensive on your behalf. She pauses, jaw set. I also need to know something before I do something irreversible. Do you trust me enough to let me handle this my way — or do you want to know every word of what they said first?