Basalt frowned. “Show a little bit more respect for your Monarche.” He rumbled. The large black dragon hesitated, then continued; “Sterling, I know that you’ve had… issues with your family. I’m sorry. But three weeks ago my second advisor was killed by a giant centipede as he was flying to Enfernae to check up on the Monarche there. She was planning on passing her legacy on to her daughter. Now I have no advisors, and I am in need of one.”
He paused, waiting for her to process what he was saying.
“I know your prone to anger, and that you hold a grudge for the way you had been treated. But I know that your better than that on the inside.” He hesitated again. “You know that I was slow to promote a second advisor after- after my mate’s death,” Basalt hung his head slightly, then breathed in sharply and continued; “But now that I have none, I want you to be my advisor.”
He stopped and waited somberly for Sterling’s response.