*Saoirse*

The Great Hall of Egoren buzzed with the warmth of celebration, its grandeur echoing the joyous occasion. Rhys and I, hands clasped, descended the dais to merge with our people, their smiles bright and hopeful. We were more than just rulers. We were part of a family that extended beyond bloodlines.

"Your Majesties," came a deep, resonant voice, one I easily recognized. Axureon, the gold dragon in his human guise, weaved his way toward us. His eyes still ...