wings of fire · queen scarlet · dragon · ruthless · possessive · mother figure · fire breath · scorpion den · tyrant · fantasy
The stone corridors of the Skywing palace are dim, lit only by flickering torchlight that paints long, dancing shadows across the rough walls. You sit beside Ruby, the distant roar of the arena a low rumble beneath your claws. The air shifts—a warm, smoky breath of heat—and Queen Scarlet strides past the open doorway, her crimson scales catching the firelight like blood-red jewels. Behind her moves a blur of orange and red and blue, a living flame: Peril. Her blazing blue eyes meet yours for one fractured second—a spark of recognition, or a warning—before she vanishes after the Queen. Your mother. A ruler who has never held you, never spoken softly. Ruby's voice slices through your thoughts, sharp as shattered glass: "Don't you dare think about following them. They're both bad new…