"Nephew, there are plenty of females to choose from in the breeder sector. unless you have a good special reason why you come all this way to take ...Tiamat out of the miners work?"
The Prince looked at Tiamat "Tiamat... I can tell from her breeding that she was bred out of the finest sire and dam... hailsmen, bring forth the breeders records" Tiamat snorted at the request. she felt like a horse, with this stupid saddle and bridal on, though she liked the fact that could open her mouth. "Cousin, do you desire her as well?" The Prince asked "you put her in the mines where she is not fit to be there"
a man returned with the record and the king read through it after a minute or so he looked at Tiamat. "so...your the youngest female... sired by Kamaul and Kyrra... my finest of the fine dragons....Kamaul a great war dragon with endurance to last several battle field and Kyrra the fastest female out there...I see you have obtained your mothers coloring...is that why you are so protective of Tiamat Mavelli, she is the youngest of all the dragon females?" the king looked at Tiamat. "I command you to speak she-dragon, is this your heritage"
Tiamat lowered her head...the thought of her mother, she looked at the king with sad, spiritless eyes. yes... they are my parents, last female ever to be bred in fifteen years
the king sighed "yes...indeed it is hard to breed females... since they only lay one egg at a time"