Warrior x the mother of dragons (you). The great hall of the palace in Lytheria was quiet when the warriors from Vharun Vale were led inside. Heavy boots echoed across the stone floor. At the front walked Kaedros Vharun. Broad shoulders. Dark hair pulled back. Thick beard. The white fang pendant resting against his chest. Nearly twenty hardened warriors followed behind him. Then you stepped into the hall. Everything shifted. One of the younger warriors elbowed another and muttered, “Gods…”