The dragon seemed to consider this place as one of its own, not as an outsider at all.
He commanded the maid named Janice with the same ease as he would instruct his own kin. Janice, ever dutiful and compliant, executed the dragon's commands without hesitation.
"You foolish maid, do you ever spare a thought for your eldest lady, Joanna?" Lucia chided gently.
"Little dragon, why don't you take a break and refresh yourself with some juice?"
Under Lance's command, the little dragon was notably industrious. With a spirited vigor, it grabbed a shovel and set to work, showing no disdain for labor. It could converse amiably and assist others tirelessly in their tasks. Observing this, Joanna mused, "I wish I could raise a dragon just like this one."
"Miss Joanna, I prefer to be addressed as Her Highness Lucia," the little dragon corrected with a hint of formality.