The Chancellor grimaced, irritation flashing across his face. He knew exactly how crude and unpredictable Kael could be. That dragon had power enough to ascend far beyond his current position, and yet he lacked the ambition to do anything with it.
What a waste.
Perhaps that was the price of the Dravaryns' strength. Power without drive. Existence without purpose.
Pathetic.
For some reason, that clan had always produced such uselessly strong dragons who barely even acted like the dragons that they were.
The bitterness slipped through before he could stop it, but it didn't last. It never did.
His expression smoothed out, settling into something calm. Cold.
It didn't matter.
If they refused to lead, then he would.
For the sake of a better future, sacrifices were necessary. He wasn't even asking for much. Just one piece. One runt.
That was all he needed to move everything forward.
But to get to that runt…
He needed the father.
