The grand parade of the two newly born dragonborn had just concluded. Down in the cobblestone streets of the capital, the echoes of joy and reckless celebration were still hanging in the morning air. The common folk were drinking, shouting, and continuously praising the king for his two dragonborn miracles. It was a spectacle the kingdom had never seen.
However, deep inside the high walls of the dragon cathedral, the atmosphere was entirely different.
Sharpy stood at the very front of the throne room, directly before the seated king. The time had come for her naming ceremony. With an arrogant elegance, she sank to one knee, lowering her massive, monstrously tall frame onto the cold stone floor. Even while kneeling, her height was immense; standing fully upright, she was far taller than before, her new stature towering much higher than even the First Dragonprince, Draculeus.
