The Kingdom of Fireria was ablaze with excitement as dragons soared through the night sky, their fiery breath brightening the darkness. Cheers, roars, and music filled every corner, casting a vibrant glow over the annual Dragon Fire Festival. The celebration was in full swing, rendering the night indistinguishable from day.
Within the castle's grand ballroom, Ophelia beamed with joy as she gazed at her mother, surrounded by her siblings: River, Lev, Luka, and Bastian.
"Pregnant or not, I can still take you down," Ophelia said with a proud smirk, eyeing River.
"Mother, Lia's picking on me!" River protested, glaring at Ophelia.
Lev shook his head in exasperation. "You two are grown adults; act like it."
Luka burst into laughter. "You're telling the wrong dragons that."
"I actually thought marriage and added responsibilities would mature them," Bastian teased.