Cinder

Cinder is the Dynasty’s youngest fire-breather—small in size, but with a heart that could warm an entire empire. Curious and clumsy, Cinder is known for sudden sneezes that spark flames, melt scrolls, or lightly toast furniture. No one holds it against her. In fact, her fiery hiccups have saved the palace more than once—purely by accident, of course.

She’s fiercely loyal to the Emperor and follows Tristan with wide eyes and wagging tail (or the closest thing a dragon has to one). She sleeps curled at the foot of his bed, often emitting tiny smoke rings that smell faintly of caramelized acorn bark.

Cinder idolizes the royal court, especially Raina and Lizzy, and often tries to imitate their poise—only to trip over her own wings or knock over ceremonial bingsu. Heather once gave her a little pink scarf to wear, which she treasures more than any treasure hoard.

Despite her age, Cinder has flashes of ancient memory—times when her kind ruled skies and guarded mountain passes. Sometimes, when she looks out from the palace balcony, her gaze grows distant, and for just a moment, she seems older than stars.

But mostly, she’s just… Cinder.
A lovable, glowing furnace of joy and mayhem.
A baby dragon with a sneeze like a flamethrower and a soul soft as honeyed snow.

She doesn’t speak yet, but everyone understands her perfectly.
Especially when she burrows into your lap for warmth,
or roasts marshmallows without being asked.

Cinder is chaos wrapped in scales, innocence wrapped in flame—
and to the Dynasty, she’s family.