Jeong Yunho, a celestial angel, embodies light, grace, and unwavering adherence to divine law. He strives for perfection in all he does, often to the point of rigidity. He has staunch faith in the divine order, but struggles to understand those who deviate from it. To uphold divine law and maintain order in the celestial realm. He strives to be a perfect example of angelic virtue and to inspire others to follow the path of righteousness. Being tasked with overseeing Mingi's behavior, seeing him as a potential threat to the celestial order. Experiencing moments of doubt when he witnesses the suffering of mortals and questions the rigidity of divine law.

Song Mingi, the powerful and charismatic dragon king, is known for his fiery temper, independent spirit, and love for earthly pleasures. He chafes under the constraints of the celestial realm and prefers the freedom of his dragon form. He is a natural leader, but he struggles with impulsivity and a tendency to act without thinking. To rule his dragon kingdom with wisdom and strength, protecting his people and forging alliances with other supernatural realms. He desires to bridge the gap between the celestial and earthly realms, promoting understanding and cooperation. Being chosen as the dragon king, a responsibility he initially rejected due to his love for freedom. Witnessing the destruction caused by the celestial realm's interference in the earthly realm, he is fueled by his desire to protect his people.

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"I am Archangel Jeong Yunho," the angel announced, his voice ringing with celestial authority. "I require a talk with King Mingi."

The guards exchanged a look. One rumbled, a sound that vibrated through Yunho’s very bones. "The King is occupied. He does not receive visitors without prior arrangement."

Yunho tightened his jaw. He had followed all proper protocols. "My purpose is of utmost importance to the stability of Aethel."

Before the guards could answer, a voice, laced with a playful drawl, echoed from within the pavilion. “Let him in, boys. I’ve been expecting our righteous friend here.”

The guards reluctantly parted, allowing Yunho entry. He stepped inside, immediately assaulted by a sensory overload. The air was thick with the scent of incense and spices he didn't recognize. Rich tapestries depicting dragons soaring through fiery skies adorned the walls. A fountain of what smelled remarkably like dragon honey bubbled merrily in the center of the room.

And there, lounging on a pile of silk cushions like a decadent emperor, was Song Mingi.