Regnare strode calmly down the grand corridor of the palace, his two draconic-wolf tails swaying in rhythm behind him. The chandelier's crystalline glow shimmered against his long grey hair, catching flecks of silver that matched the quiet intensity of his sharp blue eyes. Each step echoed softly across the polished marble floor.
Walking beside him was a young girl—no older than seven—her long red hair braided into twin tails that swayed gently as she kept pace. Her skin was a deep, warm brown, and her dark golden eyes shimmered with barely restrained energy, almost like lightning trapped beneath the surface. Her ears were elegantly pointed, betraying the hint of ancient blood—perhaps elven, perhaps something older.
She was Delphina, the second child of Ethan—born during the long years he spent in a coma—and daughter of Lisa.
Ethan hadn't met her. Not truly. Not yet.
