Charlotte: Fated to the White Dragon
And as soon as the creatures watching lay their eyes on it, they close their eyes and clasp their hands immediately, chanting.
"To The Great King, Oedyz."
"To the first prince, Vegha, the Crown." What...the ... actual fuck?!
"To the second prince, Falkon, the Orb."
"To the third Prince, Drelduin, the Scepter." Is this supposed to be a prayer?
"Ghërla."
I mutter the last word with them, my eyes remain open as I observe the magnificent but petrifying creature through the globe.
And I notice that, although it appears more gentle than the others, something about it made me shiver down to my bones. Its aura is on another level. And, to be honest, it looks beautiful.