The Dragon Queen and her mates.
Chapter 91: Mother of nymphs

Chapter 91: Mother of nymphs

" I——" Bree began but then her eyes fell on Dion’s waist that was being pinched and she changed her words. " Dion come here."

" At once your majesty," finally liberated from the sheer torture that he has to grow through, Dion hurriedly rushed to the Queen’s side and hid behind her like a child who was bullied in school. Bree tipped her head over her shoulder and took a look at the shivering Dion before turning her head to look at Cordelia, there a myriad of things that she would have said to the leader of the nymphs but Bree had a boatload of documents that she needed to finish by tomorrow evening and therefore, she didn’t have much time to get into a debate about ’consent’ with her.

She observed Cordelia who was staring right back at her before rolling her shoulder and shoving the little nudge in her chest because of her lack of confidence. She needed to finish this up and be kind enough not to get a city destroyed by an army of nymphs, " I am here to discuss something with you, are you free?"

Cordelia smiled thinly, not the ’ of course I am’ kind of smile, no it was the —— yes, I was busy but thanks to your interference I am no longer busy. " Yes, please do come in."

Not for the first time in her life, Bree questioned whether or not she was the Queen of this Empire because seriously the lack of respect was disconcerting. Though she could feel that Cordelia’s respect was more out of courtesy than anything else, Bree still decided to ignore it, not because she feared challenging the leader of nymphs but because she needed Cordelia’s help and there was only one thing that she learned while working in the corporate world —— when you are in need, don’t be afraid to make a burro your father.

The fountain of dew might have been given a name that didn’t suit the extravagant style of the building, this was Bree’s first thought as she stepped inside the marble building. Built from pure marble from the scratch the entire hall was as resplendent as a mirror under sunlight, a long pool stretched in the middle of the hall with a fountain in the centre of the room followed by a range of flowers that were blooming on the side of the room filling up the entire place with the scents of mystical flowers that Bree has never seen before.

" Please take a seat," said Cordelia as she pointed to the small tea table that was filled with loads of snacks like dried Kraken, potato chips and a fizzy purple drink that seemed to be smoking. Because Cordelia was the size of a middle schooler, the furniture of her room was built while keeping her dainty size in mind, therefore when Bree sat down on the chair that was too small for her, she felt twice as uncomfortable as she felt when she was wearing a corset.

Cordelia took a glimpse of her and clicked her tongue. " Show off," before she too took her seat and started munching potato chips and whatnot. " So, why are you here?"

" I need your help," replied Bree trying to sound as stern and elegant as she could while sitting in a chair half her size. "There is a request that requires the help of nymphs under you and I was wondering if you could grant them permission to use their magical powers if possible——"

" No," before Bree could even finish saying what she wanted to say, Cordelia interrupted her with her determined rejection. " I know what this is about and my answer is no."

Stupefied, Bree stared at her. " You have not even listened to what I have to say——"

"I don’t need to," said Cordelia while pulling a long face. " This is about the orc’s territory, isn’t it? That old man has been grinding on my nerves since the start of the month," pointing to the stack of letters that were resting in the trash can of her room, Cordelia sneered, " I haven’t bothered myself with seeing what are the content of the letters but I already know, that trash Duke couldn’t control his henchmen and they completely made a mess of their territory, I refuse to be used as the automatic cleaner. The last time this happened, I already warned him that if he let another mess like the last one pile up, I ain’t going to clean it up for him, looks like he didn’t take my words seriously as he should have."

She popped a round candy that hissed and whirled as soon as it went inside her mouth but Cordelia hardly bothered looking at it and continued, " I refused his request that’s why he seemed to have sent the request straight to you, your majesty but I apologise...I cannot let my children be exploited by the orcs whimsically. If the orcs want to enjoy the benefits of coming out of their lures right into the shifter society then they need to learn how to live like shifters, just because they can get their territory cleaned up in a jiffy does not mean that they can go on with their barbarian like attitude. Like when there is a kitchen what’s the point of dealing with the animal in the middle of a forest and leaving its carcass without cleaning up? Do you know how bad it smells your majesty? The child that I sent to the orcs’ territory is still recovering, though I might look like a careless mother, I love all my daughters equally."

Bree didn’t say anything because she was of course too busy to reel in the information that Cordelia was the mother of all nymphs...that’s right how can she forget? Cordelia was neither human nor a shifter, she was a magical prototype that the grandfather of the Dragon Queen asked the then archmage to create. Because the Dragniere Empire often suffered from droughts, Bree’s grandfather had the archmage build a magically modified being that would be able to create water and rain and that magically modified being was Cordelia.

Who was later on used as a breeding machine to create more beings like her under the name Nymphs.