Arriving at the palace, it was something between a cathedral and a 1700's chateau. A beautiful ensemble of pristine white marble and carved gothic reliefs. It absolutely made your mansion seem minuscule. The towers were easily the size of skyscrapers and the palace grounds stretched at least a mile in each direction. All around were quadruped dragons of different colors and forms. All looked at you as any noble would a lowly peasant. These Magnificent beasts from the far realms were catered by smaller Anthropomorphic reptilians. Kobolds you presume. Who did every small medial task that the Dragons found beneath their station. You knew what was running through their minds "What is this lesser beast doing here in the court of demigods?" In fact the only reason why you were not immediately attacked by the famed dragon knights which conquered much of the land in the first weeks of earth's invasion was the royal crest pinned to your fine three piece suit.
As you eye back the numerous dukes and marquise, and whatever other fanciful titles they saw fit to have, a smaller, less intimidating blue dragon scrambled up to you. "I-I'm sorry for the wait mi'lord, the King and queen will see you know". You guess the Royals were of such standing that even they could employ dragons as mere stewards and help. You follow the twitchy dragon through the long halls of the palace. He.. or she maybe? seems to bow to all the other dragons that pass by as you yourself maintain a strict professional deminere. Maybe curtly bowing your head to those who seem to be of very high status. Studying the cowed dragon they seemed so different to the proud stature of all the others you see in the hall. As you venture deeper into the domicile, you see more and more Dragons like your guide doing miscellaneous tasks. like cleaning and serving food. You even see one petite green dragon get their ass squeezed by a big, brutish looking Red dragon while serving tea.
"Excuse me miss..." you say, but it seems like your guide already knew what you were going to ask. "I'm actually a he. My name is Dryn Ah, sorry for interrupting sir" the steward lowers his head "The Royals take children from unruly families and make them into eunuchs, both male and female, to serve in the Palace... It is their rightful privilege" That is kind of fucked up you think. but that's the type of world you now live in. Its not like you are any better. or plan to be any better to them...
You eventually reach the throne room. A grand, almost empty chamber with a ceiling hundreds of feet up in the sky. In the center sits two white and platinum dragons, adorn in gold and precious jewelry. Dryn quickly leaves the chamber, never once facing his back to his monarchs. The two figures are almost blindingly brilliant. Their white outer scales and the row of metallic reflective scales which line their bellies up to their throats and and down the underside of their tails gave them a sense of purity and absolute radiance. Just as white contains all the colors of the rainbow, being the purist form of color, so too are these two dragons the pure essence of dragonkind... an essence you would love to corrupt black when the time comes...
"Ty it was inevitable that you would accept our most gracious invitation" the more masculine one of the two speaks
"Yes it seems like we may so happen to have a use for you, despite you being of a lesser... canine persuasion" the more feminine one tuts dismissively.
"This information must not get out, but we have need of you too..."