Burning Coals

I had spent the last few hours reviewing my training notes, but my mind kept drifting back to Seraphina. I remembered the intense, turbulent days we spent together, the moments of vulnerability and strength. It felt like a lifetime ago, and yet, everything had changed so dramatically since then. She had been my anchor, the one person who truly understood me—before everything fell apart.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel path pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see a figure approaching—one of my mother's aides, a young woman named Elara. She had been a frequent messenger lately, and I could guess why she was here.

"Elara," I greeted, my voice betraying the nervous energy I felt. "What news?"

Elara offered a polite nod, her expression neutral but her eyes betraying a hint of sympathy. "Lord Dragonir, I've come with a message from Lady Lyric. She wishes to inform you that she has begun making inquiries into Seraphina's case. It will take time, but she is committed to helping you with your request."

I felt a surge of relief at her words. "Thank you, Elara. Do you know when we might expect any updates?"

"Lady Lyric will inform you as soon as there are any developments," Elara replied. "In the meantime, she advises you to continue with your training and maintain your focus. The council will be observing closely."

I nodded, though my thoughts were already racing ahead. If my mother's intervention worked, it would mean a fresh start for Seraphina and a chance for us to reconnect. But there were still so many uncertainties. The council's response, the public's reaction, and the lingering shadows of the past—all these things weighed heavily on me.

As Elara turned to leave, I saw another figure approaching—a tall, imposing man with a strong build. It was my father, a dragon of considerable renown in his own right. He had been away on diplomatic missions for much of the past year, and his sudden return was unexpected.

"Father," I said, walking to meet him. "I didn't know you were back."

My father's gaze was steady, his eyes reflecting years of experience and wisdom. "Dragonir," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I've returned to discuss a matter of great importance. I've heard you've made a deal with your mother. Is it true?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain. "Yes, Father. I've asked her to help clear Seraphina's name in exchange for my full commitment to becoming a general."

He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "You are aware of the implications of this deal?"

"I am," I replied. "But I believe it's the right thing to do. Seraphina has been unjustly persecuted, and she deserves a chance to redeem herself."

My father's gaze softened slightly, though he remained serious. "You've always been one to follow your convictions, even when it leads you into difficult situations. This is no different. But remember, Dragonir, the path you choose will have consequences, not just for you but for those around you."

"I understand," I said. "I'm prepared to face those consequences."

He nodded slowly. "Very well. I trust you to make the right decisions. I will support you in this endeavor, but be mindful of the potential fallout. The council is not known for its leniency."

"I appreciate your support," I said. "I'm determined to see this through."

With a final nod, my father turned to leave, his presence a reminder of the expectations and responsibilities that came with our family name. I watched him walk away, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. The stakes were high, but I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The night continued to deepen, the moon casting long shadows over the palace grounds. I returned to my quarters, determined to focus on my training. I had come too far to turn back now. The future was uncertain, but I was committed to fighting for what I believed in—both for Seraphina and for myself.

As I practiced my fire-breathing techniques, the flames lighting up the darkened terrace, I couldn't shake the image of Seraphina from my mind. I knew that my decision to help her would not only affect my future but also potentially alter the course of our lives. It was a risk I was willing to take.

With each controlled burst of fire, I felt a sense of clarity. This was my fight, my chance to make a difference. And as I prepared for the challenges ahead, I vowed to give it everything I had.