I ran my hand along the blade marveling at the craftsmanship. It was an exact replica of his iconic sword only it was made using one of my fangs from my dragon form. "It's perfect."
"Thank you, Lord Grima." The maggot blacksmith bowed. "You humble me with your generous praise."
I snorted. The maggot's groveling at my feet while the worms tried to in vain to stop me. Humans were so stupid. All but my Risen King, of course.
My king hovered at myside.
"Pick it up." I ordered.
He obeyed.
I grinned. That was a very nice sight. A very nice sight indeed. Now to test my king's new toy. "Love, be a dear and kill the maggot." I started for the door.
"Lord Grima, please, what have I done to displease you."
"I have no idea, but I'm sure you've done or will do something. Best to get it out of the way now." I stepped out of the forge.
"Lord Grima, I beg you. I am a faithful and loyal servant of." He didn't have time to finish his insufferable whining. With a fluid, and I'm sure elegant motion, Risen King swung his new sword cleaving the maggot in two.
My stride didn't falter. Risen King walked to my side, blood dripping off the blade.
I eyed the weapon. I was going to have to come up with a name for that. Inspiration struck. "Fayt."