(Carlos' Pov)
The Dragon Council was soon, and Carlos refused to be late. He had been given no clue as to why the meeting had been called, no hint of trouble or diplomacy,nothing. Only a summons. And dragons never summoned lightly.
He tightened his coat around him as he crossed the marble hall, his mind circling the one thing he hoped to ask about today: The Tale of Moon and Sun. The fable had gripped him. Something about it felt less like myth and more like memory. But how did one ask dragons about their own legends?
Presently, he reached the tall council doors. The guards gave him respectful nods, he returned one, and stepped inside.
To his surprise, all three dragons were already there.
Not lounging. Not debating.
Waiting.
“Ah, Carlos,” Red said smoothly, gesturing to the seat at
