Rhaek

~~The Ashen Spires~~ High above the lava-veined cliffs of the Ashen Spires, the last warrior prince waited. Armour cracked, blade singed, Prince Rhaek scanned the blood-red sky. She came with the storm. Y/N—his princess, his dragon—descended in a spiral of flame and fury. Her wings tore through the clouds like fire through parchment. When she landed, the stone trembled. "You called, Rhaek?" Her voice rumbled from deep within her chest, ancient and dangerous. Rhaek removed his helm, sweat, and soot streaking his brow. "The council demands your surrender. They want your crown—or your head." She laughed, the sound shaking loose ash from the cliffs. In a breath of fire, she shifted—scales to skin, talons to hands. Standing before him, fire still in her eyes, she smiled. “Let them come.” Rhaek touched her face, voice low. “Then we end them. Together.” Y/N smirked. “As it was always meant to be.” And above them, the skies darkened. Enjoy 🦋