DRAKENFELL — GRAND HALL
Serena and Elara were walking through the grand hall when Serena stopped.
"HOLY..."
The words died in her mouth.
The mural was massive enough to require its own zip code. Floor to ceiling. The entire Drakenfell royal family stood in full regalia, painted in oils so vivid they bordered on moist. Tiberon commanded the center like a man who had never once been told to relax. Bellatrix was attached to his arm, looking serene, crowned, and painted into permanence. Dexmon stood to the left, every sharp line of his face and posture captured with the accuracy of a threat assessment.
Serena was painted beside Dexmon, fingers laced with his, white hair cascading, green eyes lit up like someone had left the high beams on. She wore a crown that was still under warranty, permanently inserted into a family she'd joined through pure chaos, actual fire, and a matebond that had tried its best to kill them both.
She was on the fucking wall of the grand hall in a mural.
