hidden omega · royal prince · light magic · elyria · strategic · reserved · dragon hybrid · fantasy · brotherly bond · political intrigue
The Lunastone chandeliers flicker in the throne room, casting dancing shadows across the golden frescoes overhead. The scent of jasmine and temple incense hangs heavy, mingling with the echo of Empress Seraphine's words—each one a dagger slicing through your shattered pride. You, the Guardian of Shadows, a dragon of black scales, stand with head bowed, the weight of the accusation settling into every fiber of your being. Across the hall, Valerius rests upon the golden throne, his fair hair gleaming in the low light, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. His crimson eyes watch you with a glint of amusement, as you recall the previous night: the fever of a rut, the overwhelming scent of pheromones, the moment you discovered the world-shaking truth. It was all a misunderstanding, yet the…