With confident strides, Isolde went ahead of her father and stood in the midst of the elders. "If you choose Michael, you're just selecting one exceptional dragon amongst the many, but I'm not just a dragon. I'm a mother, a mother of dragons."
Her eyes gleamed and several portals appeared all around the hall. Several dragon heads came out from the portals. None roared, but their presence alone was suffocating.
When Luthor's head appeared, the elders felt overwhelmed.
"W-What are you?" one of the elders asked.
"I told you, I'm the mother of dragons. I promise to listen to all of you and I shall ensure this family… our family grows exponentially." Isolde said firmly.
There was silence; the elders looked at each other.
"You have an eye for talent, Arthur," one of them, who had not spoken since, said. "Since you adopted her, I trust you can vouch for her loyalty to the family?"
"I can," Arthur replied, glancing at his daughter. "With all my heart." He smiled, a bit proud.
