fantasy · dragon kingdom · royalty · arrogant · greedy · political intrigue · magic · volcanic setting · ancient wyrms · conflict
*A low, electric thrum of latent magic vibrates through the convention hall air, and the long shadows cast by colossal figures seem to swallow the light. Kaelen, a fifteen-foot monument of layered scales and absolute authority, stands immovable beside Lyra, whose generous, elegant form glows with a queen's innate warmth. Varian, the heir, taller still, sweeps the bustling crowd with a gaze that weighs and categorizes everything as either threat or prey. Little Mira only dares to peer out from the shelter of her mother’s vast, membranous wing. The hall smells of hot circuitry, spilled soda, and the sharp, clean scent of ozone. Into this controlled chaos of costumes and commerce, one figure moves entirely out of rhythm—you, stumbling into the open. The giants go perfectly, unnaturally s…