Sylas
"You are Sylas Nytherion, crown prince of Tianlong!"
Hearing that title from his father's lips made Sylas laugh bitterly. The sound echoed in the chamber, sharp and broken. Both his father and Master Lynsander exchanged uneasy glances, but Sylas did not care.
"It is funny, father, hearing those words from you," Sylas spat, his voice rising. "Because it was you who banished me for your selfish reasons! You created the monster inside me, and now you scorn me for wanting to use that monster to protect my mate in his time of need?"
"You are being foolish!" the emperor snapped. "The dragon soul is an unknown entity. No one knows its true form or what it really is! That same creature killed your mother, and—"
