Chapter 8: A Dragon’s Grief

The next morning, the suns hid behind thick gray clouds. The palace was quiet, heavy, like the sky was also grieving.

Eren came into Ayla’s room early. She did not carry food. She carried a dress. It was black, long, and heavy.

“My Queen,” Eren said softly. “It is time. We must get you ready.”

Ayla sat up slowly. Her body was tired, but her heart was not weak anymore. Yesterday’s tears had burned away. What stayed inside her now was fire.

“The funeral,” Ayla whispered.

“Yes,” Eren said. She lowered her eyes.

Ayla stood. Eren helped her into the black dress. The cloth was smooth, cold on her skin.

Eren brushed Ayla’s hair with slow, careful hands. She leaned close and whispered, “You must be strong today. The King, he will—”

“I do not care what the King wants,” Ayla cut in. Her voice was low, but it was not soft. It was like stone.

Eren froze. Her hands stopped. She looked at Ayla with wide eyes. “My Queen… what did you say?”

“You heard me,” Ayla said. “No more fear