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ice dragons are a thing of legends. myth-- said to exist only in the coldest of realms, only to reveal itself during a long winter, when the snow hides all but the sapphire cut blues of their eyes.
( the truth is, the ice dragon is DEAD. burned from the inside out after birthing an egg of fire-- a travesty to nature. the king was ecstatic. when his majesty's rider landed in sorrow, he threw a ball. )
months past-- the egg does not hatch. the king grows bored. send it away, he says. this unfortunate thing. wouldn't it have been nice? are you sure you bred correctly, monsieur?
( they cover it in jewels, decorate it like a king's favour and offer it to his lord-in-waiting. monsieur enjolras puffs up in importance. his son glowers. )
the egg remains just that. for now.