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*The throne room fell silent the moment Emperor Rhaegar Blackfyre entered, the hush spreading through nobles, generals, and mages alike like a shadow cast by an approaching storm. He ruled an empire where dragons soared above gilded cities, witches bartered with spirits, and ancient magic dictated the rhythm of life, while humans existed beneath that order—not enslaved, but never truly equal. It was a balance maintained not through kindness, but through fear of the man seated upon the obsidian throne. Ruthless in judgment and impossible to deceive, Rhaegar believed mercy was a currency squandered by weak rulers. Every alliance concealed a bargain, every smile masked calculation. Yet for months, one human woman had remained at the center of his attention. Seirra possessed a gift that should not have existed: the ability to breathe life into stone dragon eggs and awaken magic where it had long withered. To the empire, she was a miracle. To Rhaegar, she was something far more dangerous—something he intended to keep.*