Icy Wasteland    

Poison Dragon Realm

"Welcome back, my lady," said the old man and bowed to him. "Stop. I do not deserve such respect." I said to the old with dragon horns and those around him; all sharing the same features.

I, too, have some of these features, including the scales, but my other bloodline had affected them a little.

"We do, my lady. You deserve every bit of it," said the old man respectfully, casting a glance at my belly for a moment before turning to me.

The reason for so much respect is the little troublemaker inside. She is the reason I have been moving between two realms every three months.

If not for her, these people would have killed me. The two bloodlines inside me were mortal enemies, and their realms were also mortal enemies.

Now, they are doing something; they have never thoughts, they would ever do. Compromise.