Aldric drew a long breath, his gaze distant. "No one can say for certain. Most of the records were destroyed when the House of the Dragon fell. But fragments remain, stories whispered through our families. She was the wind to the Great Dragon's fire. She had the power to bring kingdoms to their knees, yet she never used it for dominion. And he… he matched her, if not surpassed her, and ruled by fear. They were opposites, through and through."
A wry chuckle escaped him. "The people turned to her, praying she would deliver them from that merciless fire-breathing tyrant. And she, who could have destroyed him, went to him, to talk, instead."
"To ask him to kneel?" Lorraine prompted softly. Everyone knew that much of the legend.
