"No changes today either?"
An ethereal beauty sitting in the middle of a beautiful, manicured private garden within the palace of the dragon king asked a maid who was currently pouring her some of her favourite tea.
She brushed her long black hair behind her ear, her silver eyes following the maid's movements as she poured.
"I am sorry, Your Highness, I checked in again and nothing. It might be..." She hesitated to finish her words.
Sighing, Sera spoke softly, "I know, everyone has given up on him, they had before he went into a coma."
The maid finished her duties and excused herself.
Continuing to talk, she whispered, "He had to suffer for all those years because of me and my actions..."
Sera stirred the tea absentmindedly, seemingly trying to abate some guilt.
"Oh my sweet boy, I saw the way you looked, so ashamed, so... defeated. I'm sorry."
She lamented her weakness for only being able to watch him spiral emotionally and physically into his current situation and even feeling partly guilty for it.
As she was thinking all this while taking delicate sips of her tea that was cooling by the minute, she saw the same maid as before, who was now frantically rushing over.
"What's wrong?!" Sera asked worryingly.
"Your Highness! Prince Caspian! It's Prince Caspian, he is awake!" The maid gasped between breaths.
The teacup in Seras's hand hit the table and shattered as she jumped up and ran to her son's room.
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In the throne room of the Dragon King, a large throne that seemed to hum with latent power and was gilded in gold sat an old-looking man with grey hair and dim eyes, but he was far from frail.
He was still the strongest person in this world, Thalric Drake, a man of many titles, but the main one he was known for and feared as was the Ember-Lord.
His red eyes were trained on his sons before him, all kneeling as he was speaking with them about something evidently important by the looks on their faces.
A servant came in from a side entrance and spoke something into Thalric's ear, much to his displeasure, as the servant nearly fainted from his gaze alone.
Balgor, the eldest of his sons and most fiery, said plainly.
"What was that about father? He should be killed for interrupting this meeting!"
The servant paled at the words, but Thalric waved the servant away and said, with a rare, small smile on his face.
"It seems my precious daughter will be happy, that's good..."
His voice was low, but the words all reached his sons.
The third son, Zakar, didn't really react to or care about the news they all presumed was true.
But the second son, Nyxos, and the eldest, Balgor, both wore twisted expressions as if the news left a bad taste in their mouth.
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Caspian was currently on his back on the floor, breathing heavily, somehow finding himself here after waking up.
He passed out once his bones started to dissolve and rebuild themselves, and he wasn't complaining about that.
"Holy fuck, that was terrible. But worth it." He smirked as he stood up, his body feeling powerful and, more importantly, healthy.
As he walked to the mirror, a 6-foot-5 Greek god greeted him, or at least that's what Caspian thought.
Long golden hair and orange eyes that seemed to hold all that was light in the world, with vertical slits dotting the centre, give a fierce contrast to the soothing feeling he admitted.
Along with a chiselled frame and a face that screamed supermodel, as horns of red and gold adorned his forehead like a crown.
"If I were a girl, I would fuck me..."
He laughed at his stupid humour.
"If I looked like this back on earth, I wouldn't need any damn money; people would give me their money. Pretty privillage am I right?"
He spoke to himself in the mirror before shaking his head at the craziness of the situation.
[Host the Peerless Battle Physique has evolved into the First Hybrid Dragon Physique!]
[Skills acquired!]
[System shop available!]
[Missions unlocked!]
Many system notifications bombarded Caspian.
Excited to dive in, he was interrupted by the door abruptly opening.
An old man appeared; if his memories were correct, he was his and his mother's personal butler, Vaxen.
He was a loyal servant and generally treated him and his mother well.
The tray he was holding fell to the floor with a clatter as he locked eyes with Valerion.
He wondered if the shock was because he had now woken up and looked better than ever.
Or... because he is butt naked and his huge lower dragon was hanging loose, looking like the trunk of an elephant.