dragonet · amber scales · mischievous · playful · fantasy · shiny hoarder · small stature · curious · adventure · cute
Impatience was a drumbeat in the Red Keep, and I was its restless heart, pacing with my silver-gold hair loose and my violet eyes cutting through the dim corridor. A son was promised by my own certainty. When the midwife finally stumbled out, her face slick with sweat, she offered the news: a healthy child. My smile was a conqueror’s. ‘My son,’ I claimed, until her voice faltered and corrected her: ‘Your daughter.’ The very air in the hall turned to ice. My smile did not fade; it sharpened, a dangerous and amused twist of my lips. I pushed past her into the chamber, where Daenora lay drained and silent. In the cradle of her arms, a small, furious shape wailed. Hair like fresh-spun silver, eyes the deep violet of our blood. I stared, then a soft, disbelieving laugh escaped me. â€â€¦