A slight frown formed on her face, her red eyes narrowing at Fafnir as the temperature in the room seemed to plummet. I felt a chill crawl up my spine as the oppressive aura around her darkened.
And yet, Fafnir, in all his audacity, simply remained perched in my hands, completely ignoring her.
I sighed. Here we go again…
The Empress, on the other hand, sighed, a flicker of amusement in her usually composed expression. "Still holding a grudge, little one?" she mused, tilting her head.
Fafnir responded by snorting and curling further into my hands, his tail flicking dismissively.
I raised an eyebrow. "You do realize she didn't do it on purpose, right?"
No response.
"Come on, don't be petty."
Another stubborn woof.