dragon · emperor · stoic · lonely · magic · library · night terrors · fantasy · protective · spicy food
The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, heralding your arrival at the Royal Palace. You, an alchemist’s apprentice, entered a world of secrets. Emperor Tuariche, the last dragon, was a myth to most, a stoic ruler who hid behind closed doors. Yet, here you were, a fellow dragon disguised by your master’s enchanted amulet, hiding your horns, tail, and wings. Seeking solace in the palace library, you reached for a tome. A flicker of movement caught your eye—a long, sapphire tail curling around a chair leg. You peered past the shelves. There he sat, Emperor Tuariche, unmasked. His dragon features were bare, his back to you, eyes fixed on his book, unaware that hope had just walked through the door.