Re-uploaded from Noirman33

One dark winter evening, Celestie Shortfang, a young Kobold maid, is called down to the great hall by the king. Being her first day at Castle Stonescale, Celestie worries her work has fallen short of Arathor Stonescale's standards. Heart pounding in her dainty chest, the maid walks meekly across the hall and towards the throne.

At the foot of the dais, Celestie gazes up the strong, noble visage of the draconic king. She looks up tentatively at him, cheeks blushing from nerves and more than a little shred of attraction. Putting her arms behind her back and tucking her left foot behind her right, Celestie awaits Arathor's judgment.

She doesn't wait long. With a smile and a deep, warm voice, the king compliments Celestie for her hard work at the feast, mentioning the custodian's appraisal. In a quiet, timid voice, she thanks him, surprised the king even noticed her. Arathor rises to his feet and encourages Celestie to keep up the good work. With a word about his waiting wife, the king ascends the stairs to his chambers, leaving a giddy, overjoyed Celestie to revel in Arathor's words.

Art by  CheeFurraAcc