Hushed murmurs of excitement ring through the grand halls of the castle, sending the queen rushing to the nursery. Her gown sways with her swift pace, her guards struggling to keep up. The castle, an architectural marvel of towering stone spires and ornate, arched windows, stands as a testament to the kingdom's wealth and power. Tapestries depicting epic battles and royal lineage adorn the walls, while chandeliers of crystal and gold illuminate the opulent corridors.

When the queen arrives at the nursery, a few maids are already there, watching a golden incubator closely. Inside a small wedge opening, atop a plush blue cushion, lays a pristine metallic silver egg, an egg of a dragon. Wars have been waged over something so small, for even a juvenile dragon could defeat armies. The nursery itself is a serene sanctuary, with soft pastel walls adorned with delicate murals of mythical creatures and lush gardens.

The queen stumbles to a halt in front of the cradle, tucking her brown hair back into her regal bun and smoothing out her majestic, intricately embroidered emerald dress, adorned with delicate gold threads and precious gems.

"So, is it hatching?" She demands coldly.

"Almost, your majesty. You've arrived just in time," A maid responds gently.