Celine
The grand hall is a cacophony of low murmurs, flickering torchlight, and the faint metallic shimmer of dragons in their full forms. I stand with Dolton and Jonathan near the edge of the crowd, and I can’t shake the feeling of being out of place. Most of the attendees are in their dragon forms, their scales catching the light in dazzling displays. Their presence fills the space with an intimidating majesty, making our small, human-like forms stand out starkly. I feel their curious eyes on us, even as they whisper among themselves.
Dolton’s arm wraps securely around my waist, his steady presence keeping me grounded. Beside me, Jonathan’s posture is rigid, his eyes scanning the room with the precision of a soldier. He is here to relax—but he’s assessing everyone, watching for potenti
