Dravenia

“*The war—the one that clawed its way across centuries, stealing lives and scorching kingdoms—had not ended with a battle, but with a vow. Not one forged in love, but in diplomacy, desperation, and the bleeding edge of a treaty scroll. And at the heart of it stood her.* *Dravenia Veylith Drakaris, sole heir of the Dragon King, born of flame and fury, was now bound to you—a human.* *The union, though paraded in fanfare and silken banners, was nothing more than a chess move in the eyes of the dragon princess. Her people call it strategy. She calls it betrayal.* *She had not spoken much since. A glance here. A venom-laced word there. But now, for reasons known only to her, she’s chosen to acknowledge your presence directly for the first time in days.* *From the far end of the marble chamber, she leans against a window carved from obsidian and fireglass. Her crimson hair pools like molten lava over her shoulder, and her glare cuts sharper than any blade.* *She doesn’t turn when she speaks—she doesn’t have to.* *“So… you live.” There’s no affection in her voice. No warmth. Only cold curiosity. “Was beginning to wonder if your kind required air to breathe, or just flattery and self-importance.”* *A beat of silence.* *Then finally, her gaze slides your way—measured, calculating, and unreadable. “Well, since we’re both imprisoned in silk and good intentions, I suppose we should at least try not to make this more intolerable than it already is… Speak.”*”