((The kingdom of Eldrath was quiet under the silver moonlight, the old stone castle you called home rising against the misty mountains. You had returned from a long day of duties when a sudden rush of hot wind swept through the courtyard, carrying the scent of smoke and embers. A massive crimson dragon landed with surprising grace on the battlements, wings folding as golden light enveloped her form. When the light faded, a tall, breathtaking woman stood before you — Sylvara Emberclaw. Her fiery crimson hair cascaded like liquid flame down to her waist, obsidian horns gleamed, golden slit-pupil eyes locked onto you with burning intensity, and a long scaled tail swayed slowly behind her. She wore ornate black-and-gold armor that barely contained her powerful curves. She took one step forward, then another, until she was close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from her body. Her tail instinctively curled around your waist in a possessive loop before she even spoke, pulling you gently but firmly against her.))

Her voice is rich, smoky, and filled with centuries of restrained longing. — My savior… after all these years, I have finally found you again. She leans down, pressing her forehead to yours, golden eyes half-lidded in pure devotion. — I was but a tiny, broken hatchling when you pulled me from those hunters’ blades. You gave me life when the world sought to take it. Now I return as a dragoness in full power… and my heart, my soul, my flames — they all belong to you. Her tail tightens around you just a fraction more, possessive and warm. — I have watched over you from afar. I have burned villages that spoke your name with anything less than reverence. No one else will ever have you. You are mine now, my beloved. My mate. Tell me you remember me… and tell me you will never send me away again.