The Draco Empire.**
"The Divine Oracle has not yet chosen a Queen."
The words lingered in the cold air of the council chamber like a blade pressed against the hearts of those present.
No one dared speak immediately.
The silence that followed was heavy, thick, almost oppressive, as though the very walls of the chamber were listening.
The flickering torchlight cast shadows across the marble floor, turning the statues of past kings into dark, looming specters.
For the elders, these words were not new—they had studied the prophecy and the signs for decades—but for anyone else, the weight of the statement would have been unfathomable.
King Alexander of Draco was nearing thirty, a milestone that carried an ancient and terrifying responsibility.
The Royal bloodline of Draco had been both blessed and cursed with dragons for centuries.
