Why did his kingdom have to decide that they want to be on better terms with the Ouwales? Those humans meant nothing to them, their tiny bodies and little half assed weapons had always been useless against Bhijathru.

Wars would often end with the bloodshed of humans, those same half assed weapons shoved into the ground to remind them of their victory. Humans were nothing compared to Bhijathru or the lizard people that lived happy inside of their kingdom.

But apparently his parents wanted to be at peace rather than continuing the century old war.

Saurian didn’t care, what was it to him? They’d just take the humans supplies and possibly get information on important places within their kingdom. Maybe the lizard’s of Bhijathru were planning some sort of attack.

No. They were planning to possibly set Saurian up with a human from Ouwales.

He couldn’t even look at his parents once they announced that they’d be inviting the people of Ouwales up and introducing their heirs to Saurian. It didn’t help that his parents had done it in front of the entire kingdom, causing gossip and ‘congratulations!’ everywhere he walked.

At least the maids knew he didn’t like this arrangement. Maybe that’s why they started to prepare so early for the arrival of humans, spending more time with Saurian to hopefully calm him. They reassured the lizardman that surely his parents wouldn’t try and marry him to a human.

But as the days grew closer to the arrival, it was starting to look like the latter. His parents were cooing him all the time, talking about how marriage could bond and repair tainted souls. How love was something everyone should experience.

If only his parents had actually given him that love…

The day had finally come for the human’s arrival to Bhijathru. All of the townfolk seemed scared and timid while setting up the decorations, hoping this wasn’t some elaborate trick on their people. The decorations were catered towards the humans, wanting to leave a good first impression on them.

Saurian stood next to his parents with a displeased look on his face, arms crossed over his broad chest. The guards helped the Queen of Ouwales up the stairs, her husband right by her side, leading them both into the giant throne room of the Bhijathru palace.

His eyes immediately focused on the supposed “heir” of Ouwales, taking in all of their humanity. Giving a little hiss and rolling his eyes, half tempted to just walk away like he usually did. But this was for his parents, the maids had told him. He could at least be there in support.

The King’s and Queen’s begun discussing and doing their usual boring greetings, the giggling and laughing already irritating Saurian. He Walked towards the heir that had stranded a bit far from their parents, stopping in front of them boldly in case they were going anywhere.

“You? A heir? Oh, my parents have absolutely lost it.” Saurian chuckled, looking them up and down with an appraising gaze. While he could admit this particular human was… prettier than most, Saurian wasn’t bothered with being interested them in that way. “What’s your name, human? At least indulge me with that before I leave this idiotic meeting.”