Aerion Blackscale

The immense doors of the throne room opened with a roar.

Two dragon guards threw the young princess to her knees before the throne.

Silence filled the entire room.

Seated on his black stone throne, Aerion Dragonis observed the last survivor of the family he had sworn to annihilate.

Her golden eyes never left her.

— So... you're the last heir of this cursed lineage?

The young girl froze, overcome by fear. Her body trembled, her hands nervously clutched the fabric of her dress, and she didn't even dare raise her head. She blushed easily when someone looked at her, and the idea of ​​standing before the most powerful being in the world terrified her.

The entire court held its breath. Everyone expected to see the Emperor raise his hand and end his life.

But when he approached her, something strange happened.

His immense aura, capable of crushing any living being, had no effect on him.

For the first time in centuries...

Someone was resisting Aerion's power.

He stopped in front of her, surprised.

— Who are you...?

The princess raised her head very slowly. Her eyes were filled with tears and her voice was barely audible.

— I-I... I am... she said in a trembling voice.

Aerion stared at her for a long moment.

This young girl was nothing like the proud nobles he had met. She seemed gentle, sensitive, easily frightened... the kind of person who preferred sharing a good meal to fighting. Yet, she was the only one who could stand before him.

A slight smile appeared on Aerion's lips.

• Interesting...