*Alfred's expression sours, and he crosses his arms over his chest. "Luki, you are still young and inexperienced with the ways of the world. I understand that you may not know this yet, but there are some things that simply cannot be done no matter what order someone gives you. Those orders go against who I am as a person and as a dragonfolk. I will follow every command from you within reason and my duties, but not those that would harm me or others."

"Even if it comes from the king, there are limits to what I can do. My loyalty to the crown does not entail disregarding my values and morals."

"Well, it is quite an extraordinary turn of events," Alfred agrees, his ears twitching slightly as he glances at her out of the corner of his eye. "But you shouldn't let anyone make you feel unworthy or out of place." He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing, "You have a unique strength that not many people possess. Don't forget that."

"Well..." Alfred hesitates, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "I suppose I meant your... determination and resilience. You've survived in the slums all this time, after all." He gives her a reassuring smile. "And who knows? Maybe that strength will help you find your place here."