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This was the Dragonborn Court. And it looked like the cover of a fantasy novel threw up magic all over the place.
“Fucking hell, Rylen muttered beside me, his eyes wide.
“Damn place smells like lightning and ego,” I growled. Talon snorted in agreement. He wasn’t a fan of the fae.
The portal sealed behind us just as the air shifted again, this time heavier. Electric. A roar tore through the sky above us.
People screamed, and pointed. Dragons scrambled mid flight.
We all looked up at once. And there he was. Vaelrix.
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Wings so massive they darkened the sky. Scales like shifting emeralds and stormlight. Horns arched back like twin blades. Five elemental auras cracked and danced along his spine, fire, water, wind, earth… and the fifth…
Storms. The dragon controlled the weather. Holy hell. And on his back, gripping his scaled ridge with effortless grace, hair streaming
behind her like a war banner, was Elowen.
Our mate. “Holy fuck,” Bram breathed.
Lachlan let out a low whistle. “She’s ridin‘ him like a goddess reborn. That’ll piss off half the court.”
Ashrian crossed his arms, his eyes glowing. “And it’ll make the other half shit themselves.”
They weren’t wrong. The courtyard had gone dead silent. Even the fae riders, who had been swaggering around like peacocks two seconds ago, now looked like someone had throat punched their pride.
Because Vaelrix doesn’t let anyone ride him. Not ever.
He landed with a bone rattling thud, the wind from his wings knocking half the onlookers back a step. His tail coiled protectively behind him, and he lowered himself just enough for Elowen to dismount.
She stood tall, graceful, and radiant, her boots hitting the stone like she’d just descended from a fucking prophecy. There was a long pause. Then, whispers.
Is that the goddess touched?”
“She’s only half fae.
“She’s not worthy…”
“She rides Vaelriz.”
“She must have bewitched him.”
“She commands him.”
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And Elowen? She didn’t flinch. Didn’t waver. She simply smiled, like the chaos fed her. Then we moved. Bram, Ashrian, and Lachlan fell into place at her side, backs straight and energy high. I moved behind her, flanking with the rest of our party.
Alpha Draven and Luna Aelira. King Halik and Luna Nira. Taya and Rylen. Jace and Amaris. And me.
She stepped forward and lifted her chin, her voice carrying over the crowd like a spell.
“I am Elowen Skye Thorne. Daughter of two realms. Chosen by the Moon, Earth and the Stars. The child of prophecy”
She paused as murmurs spread again. Even the dragons above slowed their flight.
“These are my mates,” she said, turning slightly so we all came into view. “Prince Bram Thundermaw of the Beast Clans. Prince Ashrian of the Night Court. Lachlan MacCrae, elemental mage of the Old Blood. And Alpha Daxon Stormclaw, heir of the Northern Alpha line.”
I saw spines stiffen. Eyes widen. She continued, unbothered.
“With me stand King Halrik and Luna Nira of the Shifter lands. Alpha King Draven and Luna Aelira of Stormclaw. Beta Taya Quinn of the Warborn, her mate Beta Rylen of the Verric line. Amaris of the Circle. And Gamma Jace, her bonded mate.”
Elowen stepped in front of Vaelrix, resting her hand on his massive, scaled shoulder.
“And this is Vaelrix,” she said softly. “The last of the Fiveborn. The Dragon Who Commands All Flame and Sky.”
Her voice hardened. “We are here to rally. To protect the realms. Or to burn the ones that stand in our way.”
Her voice was like destiny. Talon was growling appreciatively in my head with pride. And I swear to the gods… the ground fucking shook again. The court didn’t clap. They didn’t cheer.
But they listened. Because they had no choice.
Their dragons were already kneeling.
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