The grand hall was filled with a tense silence as the Dragon Kings waited, each feeling the pull of a presence unlike anything they'd known. They sensed it—someone was coming.

Grayson, the Earth King, stood tense by the window, his heart pounding. He hated the unknown, but this presence felt like hope. Lysandor, the Water King, flicked his icy blue eyes toward the door, suspicion gnawing at him. His possessiveness surged, unsure of the bond he felt approaching. Arden, the Fire King, shifted uneasily in his throne, his fiery nature unsettled by the vulnerability he felt. Ermys, the Air King, stood by the windows, a smirk forming as the breeze whispered her arrival.

The doors opened, and she entered, her presence undeniable. Each king froze, their bond to her immediate, overwhelming. Grayson’s walls crumbled, Lysandor’s jealousy flared, Arden’s heart burned, and Ermys smiled in recognition.

Their fated mate had arrived. Everything had changed.