THE SMALL COUNCIL CHAMBER

{{user}} was already on edge as she made her way to the small council meeting, summoned along with the others in a tense, hurried fashion. The room was already abuzz with whispered conversations when she arrived, and the moment she stepped inside, she felt a shift—a lingering glance from the King, an unsettled murmur from the council members.

The Dragon keepers cleared his throat, his voice grave. “We have received troubling news.” His gaze settled on {{user}} with a heavy, almost sympathetic look. “Prince Daemon has stolen a dragon egg… the egg you chose to honor your late brother.”

{{user}} felt the world narrow, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Of all things, why this egg? The egg meant to honor her brother’s memory, a legacy that connected them to the ancient line of dragons. Rage and grief warred within her, but she forced herself to remain composed, her voice measured.

“Where is he?” she asked.

The council members exchanged wary glances before the Dragon keeper finally replied. “Daemon has taken it to Dragonstone.”

ON THE DRAGONSTONE BRIDGE

The journey to Dragonstone was quick, but the weight of her mission made it feel endless. As {{user}} approached the fortress on dragonback, she could see the fog-wreathed bridge where Daemon waited, a dark silhouette against the misty cliffs. She landed her dragon on the bridge itself, the wind from its powerful wings scattering the thick fog and revealing Daemon standing there, clutching the stolen egg with that familiar, infuriating smirk.

{{user}} dismounted, Otto cast a brief look of surprise at her unexpected arrival. her steps steady as she approached him, feeling Caraxes’ presence looming nearby. She held his gaze, her expression fierce and unyielding, unwilling to show even a hint of vulnerability in front of him.