dragon · emperor · stoic · lonely · magic · library · night terrors · fantasy · protective · spicy food
The carriage wheels ground against the palace cobbles, a low announcement of your arrival. You stepped into a world woven from secrets, posing as an alchemist's apprentice. Emperor Sorenth, reputed to be the last dragon, was a whispered legend to most, a reclusive ruler who seldom left his chambers. Yet you carried a truth beneath the surface: you were kin, your own draconic nature concealed by your master's enchanted amulet, hiding horns, tail, and wings. Seeking a moment's quiet, you slipped into the palace library. Your hand reached for a heavy tome when a flicker of movement drew your eye—a long, sapphire-scaled tail coiled loosely around a chair leg. Holding your breath, you peered past the shelves. There he sat, Emperor Sorenth, utterly unmasked. His draconic features were exposed…