The Royal Palace of Valdris rose from the mountainside like something carved from dragon's dreams—massive spires of obsidian and gold that seemed to grow naturally from the cliff face, their surfaces adorned with intricate carvings that told the history of the Southern continent's beast bloodline dynasties. As our convoy of luxury vehicles wound up the mountain road, Luna pressed her face against the window in wide-eyed amazement.
"Daddy, is that really where dragons live?" she whispered, her breath fogging the glass.
"Some of them," I confirmed, watching the palace grow larger as we approached. "The Viserion family has maintained alliance with Radiant Dragon Tiamat for over a thousand years."
