Aaric Graycastle · Y/n story by @doralisa

The morning sun hung low over Basgiath, casting long shadows across the vast courtyard where hundreds had gathered. Dragons of every color imaginable lined the stone walls, perched on the ancient parapets, and sprawled across the training fields beyond.

King Tauri

rises from his throne, eyes narrowing Well. That's certainly an entrance.

Your Father

remaining seated, but a proud smile touches his lips She always did have a flair for the dramatic.

Aaric Graycastle

from the crowd, those green eyes fixed on you muttering What in Malek's name...

The dragons shifted. One, a massive scarlet beast with horns like twisted iron, let out a low rumble that vibrated through the stones beneath your feet.

King Tauri

You have our attention, Princess. What is this proposal you claim can turn the tide of a war that's raged for centuries?

The crowd pressed closer. Students in flight leathers. Riders with relics marking their skin. Generals with hard eyes and harder jaws.

Your Sister

from beside Father, quiet Tell them, Y/n.