Continue the following text while matching its style exactly and keeping in mind that it is set in a matriarchy, that all the characters are dragons, that 'ness means female dragon, and that 'tal means male dragon:
NAME_1 NAME_2, duchess of the Three Peaks Unclaimed, strung a muffled NAME_3, whose snout I patted a moment aft, up by the wings. ‘Quiet, pain faker; your wings can more than take it. Now, look at this: All hung up, pale membrane on display for any to come along and do with as they please. NAME_4, your fetish in ways unexpected, just where rightly you belong, bereft of crooked wind’s aid. Are you humiliated, hmm?’ I chuckled and leant in to face NAME_3, snout tips an inch from touching, pitch raised high to mock. ‘Plotting revenge? How quaint; that, our distinction. You will not free yourself, and even were so to occur, there is nothing that would wipe away the stain of having once been tricked by me. Nothing.’
I walked to the door and shut it. I had little time. NAME_3 would escape soon and tell the others.
My plan to instate myself as the queen’s second in Her Wastrel’s absence had been slowed by NAME_3’s meddling but not for long enough to prevent it outright. Only a few minor adjustments were required to right the course.
I walked to my chambers and had my harem ‘nesses ready my mantle.
And it all hinged on some naïve red would-be hero: NAME_5. Another brute but of the gild blood.
There were three types of people in Renait: idiot ‘tals, only idiots because they were forced to be; ‘talish ‘nesses like that brute Gerlis; and those of the upper crust, herself included, Dorissa a complete waste of it.
Infuriating. All that dull-adorned ‘ness ever wanted to do was flaunt her gravitas and wealth and partake in wonderful parties. And they were wonderful parties! But that would hold. Work first.
I walked out onto the balcony. A cooled, no doubt fur-crisping, morning. Fitting for the first of a new era.