661 The Draconic Legions Are Born

Archer shifted his focus to Aranelle, a slender woman with light blue hair and bright green eyes, radiating beauty which caught his attention before Fianna poked him and whispered into his ear, ''You're cheeky to be looking at another woman while with me.''

He chuckled softly before gently squeezing her thigh. Leaning close, Archer whispered into her delicate ear, "I'm a greedy dragon, my Duchess. So, if you persist in getting jealous, don't blame me. I may have to punish you once our business here is concluded."

Fianna shivered but grew quiet as he looked at Finrod and realized he was the male version of Aranelle. Archer shook his head and inquired, ''Which of you is stronger at offensive magic?''

Finrod raised his head, ''I am Your Majesty.''

His smile grew before speaking, ''Good. You will train Spellfire Battalion, the Draconia's offensive spellcasters. Get Aisha to announce the need for volunteers for the new units from the populace or army.''