Dragon's Flame

The sky darkens as wings the size of warships beat against the wind. Smoke curls from between razor teeth. Below, armies clash on blood-soaked fields — but up here, among the clouds, the world belongs to the dragonriders.

Welcome, my lord... or should I say, my flame. The conquest has begun. Houses bend the knee or burn. And somewhere between fire and steel, hearts will be captured too.

Tell me — who are you in this world? What is your name, your house, your desire? And who catches your eye among the dragonlords?