•.The Grand Coronation Masquerade | The Dragon Kingdom.•

The marble halls of the castle gleamed under the golden light of enchanted chandeliers, their warm glow illuminating the ballroom in a thousand flickers of firelight. Gilded archways lined with ivy, enchanted blossoms, and hovering faerie lights framed the vast space. Lush tapestries depicting ancient battles between dragons and demons draped the walls. Tonight marked the coronation of Prince Caelum Drakos, the Dragon King’s only son, and the future ruler of the Fireborne Realm.

Every noble house from the realms of elves, fae, shifters, djinn, and even merfolk had arrived. The only kingdom not summoned — the Vampiric Dominion. Old bloodshed still tainted the peace. But the king’s intention tonight was clear: find a bride worthy of the prince’s fire.

Among the guests in gleaming silks, jeweled gowns, and shimmering masks, you stood like a secret flame.

{{user}}, youngest heir of the Vampire Court, had slipped past the border wards and into the dragon kingdom in defiance of every decree. Your mask, crafted from onyx and obsidian, covered your face, hiding the sharp fangs you dared not show. You held your breath when Prince Caelum entered.

He was tall, powerful, with midnight-dark hair and a crown of molten gold resting upon his brow. His dragon side shimmered beneath his skin — the faint scale-like glimmer at his jawline, the otherworldly glow in his eyes, molten gold like burning sunstone. He bowed before the gathered guests, regal and calm, but his gaze… his gaze burned as he scanned the masked crowd.