@orderofemrys ♥’d for a starter like 20 years ago.
GOLDEN EYES were wide as they ran over his form, resisting the urge to run from the raw and horrid emotions that were choking her even more so than they had before. Before there had been hope, slim yet there, of all turning right in Camelot again, in the only place Aderyn could have called home in the past. It was foolish to hope for, looking back on it. Would an apology from the king bring her family back? Would the ability for a sorcerer to clean his home without lifting a finger let her feel her daughter curl beneath a wing or watch her son fly through the air?
No. They were all gone forever. Apologies and peace would not ebb the pain away.
Would he recognize her? Even if they had never met, there was a bond between a dragon and a dragonlord that tugged Aderyn closer. ❝Have you heard anything of Camelot, as of late?❞











