Irtysh frowned. Debonair and sophisticated, smoothly diplomatic unless riled, there was something going on in his world that he did not like. He was normally master of all he surveyed, easy enough since everyone was frightened of him or could be made to be, but now he was surrounded by small beings he wished to speak to, not terrify. His young sister and brother could turn into humans at will and had friends with whom they interacted in human form. Otohime, the princess whose company he ...