Bertha
Queen Eminence sat within the golden barriers of her throne. Fine, silk red pillows rested against the wall of the throne for her own comfortably. Her amber and jewel decorated crown adorned atop her head, glistening against the torchlight from the various torches strung around the huge room. 
 "Hm..." The elderly queen hummed. Thinking back to the previous conversation with Queen Curlew, who was now resting within a chamber. Queen Eminence's scales glistened at their recent cleaning. Which had become a frequent occurrence, due to her aging. Regularly after a day, she found herself bathing in warm water from the nearby springs, which had slowed her aging, only by a little. Her cheeks sagged, stretching her scales with them. Long lines branching off from the corners of her eyes due to years of use. Dangling, large earrings hung from her ears, clattering against her neck as she moved her head. Rings separated between her two front talons. Pelts of fur draped over her shoulders and down her long, boney body. Small slits cut out for her wings to slither through. 
 "Interesting.." The elder mumbled, her voice echoing off the walls of the empty room. Her mind wandered back to the strangely, un-royal like Queen. Who had pleasantly surprised her in their earlier conference.
Margaret
**Dowitcher pushed through the doors. His red talons clanking against the stone floor as he approached the throne.** *Tsk.. Icewings...* **He thought. He had a hatred for them, or a disliking, which was common for almost every tribe other than skywings, for him at least. His armor shifted as he forced himself forward, thankful for the spaces between his joints to allow him mobility. Large wings spread to the side and hoisted up as he walked. As he came up to the throne, he swept into a low bow before Queen Eminence.** 

"Your Majesty, if I may." **He began. Waiting for permission before continuing with his words.**
Bertha
Queen Eminence turned her gaze towards the approaching General. Her earrings clanking against the rough scales lining her neck. Raising a brow at the sudden arrival of the General. They had been stationed within the Meeting Room, though had been instructed to do nothing but watch, unless given a command otherwise. 
 "Go ahead, General Dowitcher." She cooed, shifting her short, stubby talons closer to her torso. Her lower back pressed against one of the various pillows stiffly. Dowitcher was a trusted member of her kingdom, at least to the elderly queen they were. Though, she couldn't deny they were a bit of a hot head. Making it hard to have a civil conversation with the armored dragon. 
 "Rise, General Dowitcher." She called after a momentary silence. Hoping to conclude this conversation before Queen Curlew decided to exit their chamber, which had been prepared in advance for the visiting queen. 
 "What is it you need, General?" She questioned after another brief pause. Clearing her throat with a quiet cough.
Margaret
**Dowitcher opened his jaw to speak before slamming it shut as the Queen spoke once more. Lifting his head up, not making eye contact with the Queen as a sign of respect. His gaze downcast-ed to signal his lower rank.** 

"I wished to discuss with you, upon terms of the military. And our new alliance.. If I may be so bold." **The General stated. His tail stiffly clamped behind him as he forced it to stop swaying. He knew he was stepping out of line, but couldn't quite stop his curiosity. Not to mention the fact they were allying with ice wings.**