“Gold-framed portraits of past presidents graced the cream walls, and a bank of diamond-paned windows gave a view of a garden with shady trees and allowed in streams of sunlight. The gold-patterned crimson carpet matched the floor to ceiling curtains, and potted plants added a little greenery to the décor. The meeting room was located in the Great Hall, just down the corridor from the president’s office. Drontar rarely ventured out in public anymore, but a request to attend a meeting with the pr...emier could not be denied. The men and women in attendance were all top scientists specialising in matters pertaining to fiends and dra’voren, and their eyes were constantly drawn to the brown beret he was now forced to wear to hide his short black horns. Drontar was well aware that the hat looked ridiculous, but it was not as bad as horns. He had tried everything to get rid of them, but if he cut them off they grew back instantly, and nothing else affected them. He had even visited Astrakan, the so-called ‘master of the dark arts’, who had informed him that only a dra’voren could remove the curse.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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