Re: Main Auction Room
"Noctis," Russell nodded, leading his new acquisition out to his car. "Not exactly. I'm a cousin to the reigning Queen of England. I'm actually Duke of Wessex. Or I would be if I ever decided to claim it."
The car was a candy apple red 1968 Mustang GT, in perfect condition. The convertible roof was open. He unlocked the passenger door for the young man. When Noctis was settled, Russ slipped into the driver's seat. "Were you born a weredragon?"