Onyx clenched her jaw and kept silent. The spines down her back lifting in anger. She was the one who had come up with the virus! She was the one who got him the breathing capsules! She actually completed his orders- even though some dragons had failed! She wasn’t priding herself! In a rage, she whisked out of the throne room, scratching the floor rocks in anger.
Later in the air, she toted a huge barrel through the sky after Apollyon. She made sure to keep out of his eyesight the whole flight. Still, she was glaring daggers at his back the whole trip. She did not deserve to be treated like that- she didn’t care if she was favored or not.