The cell door opened gently—no creak, no echo, every motion deliberate. The latch had been manually disengaged by the guard assigned to the mission, quietly neutralized for just a few minutes. A hooded figure slipped inside the darkness like a shadow blending perfectly into the prison's gloom.
Elystria.The dragon princess of the royal bloodline. Daughter of the king, sister to the new emperor. Known for her coldness, her restraint, her clinical calm. Officially detached from blood and emotion, even in private. But tonight, she was crossing every line she had drawn for herself.
She closed the door behind her. No sound.Her eyes adjusted instantly to the darkness. She didn't need light. Her reptilian pupils, golden and slit like a serpent's, contracted for a brief second before locking onto the curled figure in the back of the cell.
Mordred.
