The Fallen Star Dragon

Inside the throne room, Drakos Valyrian sat on a grand throne adorned with dark and golden scale-like designs. Rising high until it touched the ceiling, the throne was a towering, awe-inspiring masterpiece. Cushioned with dark and golden fabric, it resembled a makeshift white dragon, its body curling upwards with a ferocious maw wide open, roaring at the hall where the Dragon Court was meant to convene.

This was the newly installed throne, created on the emperor's orders upon his return.

By the looks of it, the Dragon Emperor was fully back to the court.

Drakos' eyes narrowed dangerously, his powerful and gloomy aura filling the palace. It was as if his presence alone buried the entire hall in a suffocating wave of chaos. Whispers of worry and wonder rippled through the courtiers, each trying to predict what the emperor's next actions would be.