There was an eerie silence within the Cloud Palace that was situated at the farthest corner of the Palace grounds.
"Your wings keep hardening each time I leave you alone." A grim voice echoed in the empty corridors of the Palace where not a single servant could be found.
There were only two living creatures currently inside this palace but there would be more to arrive soon.
In the meantime, Prince Draco, the owner of the Cloud Palace narrowed his eyes as he fixed his burning gaze on the one trembling before him.
'Master, I'm not a bird so how can I have wings?' The response came in a weak whimper but it did not ease the furrowed brows of the one being addressed as master.
Instead, a deeper frown formed on the lips of the young man who wished to strangle his etcher for being too foolish right now.
Realizing that speaking in circles would be of no help, Prince Draco decided to get straight to the point.
Astolfo and Fritzen, partners in crime~!