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Kai stared down at the black ice tab in front of him. Boreal’s patrols were getting boring. The villagers had long since stopped fighting his emperor’s rule, and the dragon had no one to freeze. It had taken to just circling the land, surveying Z- the emperor’s domain.
The emperor. It had been hard to get used to that title. Kai’s arms still had frost bitten scars from the early mistakes he made, calling him that ridiculous name. Figures he’d be upset; no one likes being called by an out of date name.
But he’d eventually learned his lesson. Called his emperor by his title. Adjusted to the cold - who else could rule alongside the ice emperor, cold and sharp as he was?
No, this was Kai’s calling. His perfect place to be. His true potential. Seated on a throne of ice, at his love’s right hand. No one could challenge them, and those who tried got zero second chances.
It wasn’t like they were cruel. After all, once those childish ninja were taken care of, Kai had convinced his emperor to allow him to give fire back to the villagers. Now their fires burned even brighter and warmer, so long as they stayed in line.
The emperor ruled with a tight grip, but Kai offered a soothing balm to those who behaved.
It was a perfect balance. A perfect melding of opposite elements that made for a beautiful snow-kissed kingdom.
A perfect blend of fire and ice.