A single breath was drawn, and Mono felt a sharp knife pressed to her neck. Quickly opening a small hatch on the back of her neck, she unveiled a mechanical eye and assessed the situation without turning. Staring right into the eye was Mesfer–the poison dragon descendant. His blade laced with poison and his eyes sharp as a viper, he intended to cripple her before the true assault on Elenaris began.
"You should've brought someone to watch your batch, cocky bitch," he grinned, running his knife across Mono's throat.
The queen's body went limp and fell over, her cape blanketing over her back. For a spell, the dragonborn cackled and waved his knife at his companions. The tension in their shoulders dropped as well, but then one of the soldiers' mummers broke their vapid delusion.
"She's not bleeding…"
