Then again, what was a dragon supposed to do when her own family refused to support the one thing her heart truly desired?
A harmonious family.
Strange as it seemed now, there had once been a time when the Wyvern Queen had believed she wouldn't have to choose between her beloved mate and the family she'd been born into. After all, she had once been proud of those roots.
As she made her way back toward that wretched place once more, the memories she'd spent so long burying quietly resurfaced.
It had been many, many years ago, back when Eryndra bore little resemblance to the world it had become today. It was before the Great War, when dragons were still revered almost like gods and lived in an era defined by power, prosperity, and unquestioned authority. Back then, even she had been naïve enough to believe that simply being born a dragon was everything one could ever wish for.
Until that illusion shattered.
