The High Chancellor

After a while, another creature of the same species swam toward Tejeda. It looked like the guard who left, but this one had a darker green hue while its fins were almost white. Could this be the way they showed their age? Was this the equivalent of white hair or something?

Tejeda looked at his emerald scales and smirked. This female body was young if the green shade was the indicator. A sly thought scrambled through his mind, and he looked down. Even though they were covered in scales, he had boobs again. The smirk widened.

When the High Chancellor arrived, Princess Allanna was in a pleasant mood, her white, sharp teeth showing clearly. He let himself land on the ocean bottom once he quit flailing his fins and tail. Floating when a monarch was on two feet would have been an act of contempt.

Princess Allana didn’t give him the courtesy of waiting on the ritual of homage, but instead, she started nervously clicking her tongue.