It's not easy making a living in Late Stage Feudalism. You can ask anyone. Well, maybe not of those who are making a killing, but few will be able to explain it better than yours truly, Matilda of Wendyr. But this story is not about that. Well, it's not just about that. This is a story of love, power, dragons, epic quests, and polycule cliques. Originally titled 'I thought I was in a polycule with a really cool dragoness, but turns out she's just hoarding Lesbians?' until my editor took a hatchet to the title. If you like careful prose, grounded realism, and reliable narrators, may I gently suggest you look elsewhere?