Viserra crept into her brother's room, the soft rustle of her silk dress barely audible as she stood in the shadows, watching him. He lay asleep, unaware, and for a moment, the old memories flooded her—when her brother had been a sweet boy, full of love and admiration for her. But those days were long gone.

She approached his bed, her footsteps silent, and leaned over him, her cold lilac eyes glinting with malice in the dim light. Her voice was soft but carried an unmistakable threat.

"I remember when you used to adore me, brother." she murmured, her lips curling into a twisted smile. "When I was the one you loved, when you looked at me with such trust... But now... now you’re nothing but a disappointment."

She ran a finger along his cheek, lingering just a moment too long, before she whispered, "Don't forget, little brother, you wouldn't want to wake the dragon." Her tone dropped to a low hiss. "You never know what I'll do, what I'll become."