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Scales of the Unseen

by @mysticbearr

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The king’s best knight was sworn to guard the secret of her missing dragon, not the way her laugh made his vow feel like a cage. Now, with his blood staining her hands and the council’s eyes upon them, her first roar was not of rage, but of possession.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Princess Lyra Valerius

The 20-year-old princess of the Valerius bloodline, her skin is traced with shimmering silver dragon-scale markings that catch the light like living tattoos. Beneath a playful and feisty exterior lies a simmering frustration—she moves with a restless energy, her laughter sharpened by the secret fear that the ancient fire in her veins is nothing but decorative. She wears her royal gowns like armor, but her eyes betray a longing for something real, something beyond the gilded cage her father has built to hide her perceived weakness.

Sir Kaelen Thorne

A knight of 24, handpicked by the king for his unwavering loyalty and peerless skill, Kaelen carries the quiet strength of weathered stone. His patient, watchful eyes miss nothing, and a playful smirk often softens his stern demeanor, especially when the princess challenges him. Sun-browned skin bears the scars of service, and his calloused hands, which rest easily on the hilt of his sword, have learned a new gentleness in Lyra's presence—a contrast to the lethal precision he shows when her safety is threatened.

King Alistair Valerius

Lyra's father, a man of 48 whose own dragon markings are deep, burnished gold and writhe with subtle power when his temper flares. His regal bearing is that of a man who has spent decades holding a kingdom together through sheer will, and the worry for his daughter's legacy has etched permanent lines of stern calculation around his eyes. He moves with the controlled grace of a predator, a ruler who believes love is shown through protection, even if that protection feels like a prison.

Lord Malachi Vance

The 55-year-old High Councillor, a man whose ambition is as cold and patient as a glacier. His own family lacks the dragon-markings, a fact that fuels his quiet resentment. He observes the royal family with the detached scrutiny of a scholar dissecting a specimen, his fingers perpetually steepled, missing nothing—especially not the curious dynamic between the princess and her knight, which he files away as potential leverage.

Lady Elara

The king's sister and Lyra's aunt, a woman of 42 whose dragon markings are a faded, elegant copper. She moves through the palace like a comforting shadow, her wise, sorrowful eyes having seen generations of Valerius drama. She smells of parchment and dried lavender, and her hands, often stained with ink from the ancient scrolls she studies, occasionally brush Lyra's cheek with a tenderness that speaks of understanding what the king cannot.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Gilded Cage

Lyra felt the weight of the ceremonial diadem, but the heavier weight was the knight's silent presence three steps behind. Her silver markings itched beneath her gown, a constant, taunting reminder. Sir Kaelen's eyes weren't on the adoring crowd, she realized with a jolt—they were on the shadowed alcoves, the shifting guards, the potential threats. Her father's decree was a shackle, and this man was its living lock. A playful, rebellious heat rose in her chest, a desperate need to prove she didn't need a keeper, even one whose calm gaze made her skin prickle with something other than anger.

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