Chapter 9 - The New Dawn
The reconstruction of the capital began immediately, but this time, the kingdom was unified under a banner of mutual respect rather than fear. The ancient anti-dragon laws were struck from the codex, and scholars rushed to rewrite the histories to honor the true pact between humanity and the creatures of the peaks.
In the royal gardens, away from the prying eyes of lords and diplomats, Elara walked along the stone paths as the morning sun warmed the courtyard.
Trailing closely behind her was Ignis. Though he was growing rapidly day by day—his wingspan now nearly matching her height—he still trotted affectionately at her heels like an overgrown, fiercely protective hound, occasionally letting out soft puffs of harmless, warm smoke into the crisp air.
Orion the blacksmith approached, carrying a small, beautifully crafted silver circlet inlaid with tiny green gemstones that matched the queen's eyes.
"The coronation robes are ready for the midday assembly, Your Grace," Orion said with a respectful bow.
Elara smiled, touching the gold bracelet still fastened securely around her wrist—a reminder of the night her world had nearly ended, and the morning it was reborn.
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"Thank you, Orion," she said softly. "How is the outer wall holding?"
"Stronger than ever, Your Purpose," the old man replied, looking fondly at the young dragon. "No army on earth could breach it now. And no king will ever lie to this realm again."
