Taming the Fire Dragon
I open my mouth and burn Prince Ehlark alive while King Folwin screams, trying to get past my fire to his son.
The Chancellor races in, going for Merellien, recognizing that he’s the one controlling me.
I grab the chancellor by the throat and lift him off his feet, growling a low, menacing growl at him.
“I may not be a royal, King Folwin. But, I understand that when someone overthrows a monarch, they take over that monarchy. That would make me a royal, wouldn’t it?” he asks, his tone full of snide derision.
“What have you done?” King Folwin growls, the earth around us beginning to shake with his anger.