Chapter 19: Alexander’s Outburst
Previously~
The woman nodded respectfully, and with a final look at Alexander, she stepped back as the carriage rolled forward.
Turning toward the looming gates of Draken Palace, Alexander's expression shifted to one of quiet resolve. "Now," he murmured to himself, stepping forward, "let's see what this day brings."
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Alexander turned his gaze toward the towering golden gates of the Draken Royal Palace. The palace loomed before him like a sentinel, its opulence unyielding. Golden gates gleamed in the sunlight, golden door handles gleamed with unyielding shine, and golden fountains danced beneath the warm rays of the sky. Every inch of the palace whispered of the Fafnir Empire's boundless wealth.
Golden spires stretched high into the heavens, their tips seemingly touching the clouds. Atop the crimson dome of the outer palace, a statue stood proudly—covered in gold, its details precise. It depicted Fafnir, the legendary dragon whose bloodline had helped the emperor forge the mighty empire.
The last of the dragons. The wise dragon. The harbinger of wealth and glory.
Though dragons were known to live for millennia, spanning lifetimes of ten thousand years, Fafnir was different. Even after six thousand years, his appearance remained that of a youthful, mighty creature. Not a soul knew how he maintained such vigor—not even Fafnir himself.
WHAM!
The massive doors of the Throne Room burst open, their golden hinges quivering with the force. Alexander stepped into the room, the weight of his mission bearing down on him.
Inside, the grandeur of the room was overwhelming. Rows of golden chairs with velvet cushions lined either side, their luxurious seats forming two columns. A red carpet, rich and deep, stretched toward the raised platform at the far end of the room. There, upon the throne, sat the Emperor of the Fafnir Empire.