The grand chamber of Wendallyn, the Queen Regent, crackled with an air of tension as she paced its expanse, her steps echoing off the marble floors. Her regal attire, usually a symbol of her power and composure, now seemed to ripple with the tempest of her fury barely contained. Her son, Ianth, stood before her, his presence a stark defiance against her orders.
Wendallyn's heart ached with a potent mix of worry and anger. She had gone to great lengths to keep Ianth safe, deploying guards to prevent his return to the perilous Kingdom of Drakku. The noble dragons there were not to be trifled with, and the consequences of his unauthorized journey could prove dire.
Yet, here he was, standing before her, alone and determined. His eyes, usually bright with curiosity and mischief, now held a so
