Chapter 22 Precious hatchling
Inside the huge, fire-lit halls of Ember Cliffs Palace, the walls made of black stones glowed warmly from the fire burning in the big fireplaces. The sky outside was already dark, and only the golden firelight filled the palace with a soft, deep glow. The whole place felt strong and ancient, a home made for dragons who once ruled skies.
At the center of the main hall, sitting on a large black throne, was Blaze, the Dragon Lord of Ember Cliffs.
He wasn’t just handsome—he was dangerously handsome.
Blaze had long, messy hair that was molten gold, falling around his strong shoulders. His eyes were deep red, like glowing coals in the dark, sharp and full of power. His jawline was strong and sharp, covered lightly with stubble that made him look even more wild and manly. His face was full of strength, his nose was straight, and his thin lips rarely smiled, but when they did—it could shake even the bravest warrior’s heart.
His body was tall, broad-shouldered, full of muscle, the kind of strength that looked natural for someone who could fly through storms and breathe fire without fear.
Even sitting there, relaxed, he gave off the feeling that no one could defeat him.
And yet now, he sat quietly, resting his chin on his hand, listening carefully to the excited little voice in front of him.
Drake.
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His son.
Small, wild, full of golden hair and bright amber eyes, who was bouncing from foot to foot as he spoke.
"Oh Dad, you have no idea!" Drake started, his arms flying everywhere as he spoke quickly. "Miss Clara is gone! She was replaced today! I don’t know why exactly, but I think Principal Dante got angry because she wasn’t teaching us properly! So now we have a new teacher!"
Blaze didn’t move his face much. He just watched silently, listening to every word without saying anything.