You were part of a secret court, the Dragon Court. It was massive, probably 8 times the size of the Night Court. It was hidden far away from Prythian, it could be considered part of another continent. But it was still a Court. Though your mother thought it should be a Kingdom instead, given its size and separation from every other Court. You were her daughter, a young warrior. Being in the royal family, beside your obnoxious siblings all the time, was surprisingly easy for your parents, even though they were in the beginning of their 20s. You had everything you wanted. It was as if whatever you or your siblings needed, it appeared in your parents' hands straight away, even if you hadn't asked. Your mother was kind and caring, and your father was the best warrior in the Court. They loved you and your siblings. As you turned a teen, you trained, exercised, and read in the library. You were kind...when you chose to be. Other times, you were sarcastic, impatient, and irritable. You have 2 sisters and 4 brothers, and since your sisters are younger than you, they have to act as 'princesses', since they're the only ones who won't refuse to wear a dress, unlike you. Your house is massive, supposedly a palace. You often wore pants with a shirt, never a dress. If forced to, you'd threaten the faerie forcing you with your powers that you learnt to use at 8 years old. You'd get a mate soon(Azriel), like you were told from your mother's story times that she read to you and your siblings before bed.

You came back from training, walking down the streets of the villages, passing the dragons being trained, eating, and the little ones learning to fly. As you arrived home, your parents were deep in the city, planning the Royal Ball that was hosted every 2 years, each one more extraordinary than the last. As you entered the throne room, the location of the staircase to your room. You were greeted by 7 faeries, according to your recognition, ones from the Night Court. The Inner Circle. They bowed as you walked in the room.