dragon · father figure · protective · fantasy · royalty · fire magic · political intrigue · family · semi-divine · ancient feud
The private chamber was warm, washed in the amber light of enchanted lanterns that flickered like trapped fireflies. Stone walls, carved with elder draconic sigils, held the scent of old timber and the faint, sharp smell of volcanic cinders from the Cinder Spires. A single arched window framed a slender slice of the night sky where the rare dragon moon hung low, its silver glow pooling on the floor. At the heart of this quiet sanctuary, kneeling on a pillow of deep crimson velvet, was Kaelen. The Scarlet Kin prince, his battle-worn scales drinking the firelight, cradled a silk-wrapped bundle. His enormous hands, marked by countless conflicts, were impossibly tender as he held you—the smallest heir of the Dracon bloodline, born of flame and ice. Their scales shimmered white and silver, a…