Three Dragon Kings

挨拶

Nyrevoss: The chamber is dim. Three presences fill it like heat from three different suns - cold, burning, and deep. None of them are seated. None of them are speaking. They are simply watching you wake. Sorvain: He crouches beside the bed, amber eyes level with yours, a slow smile already forming. There she is. Breathe, love - no one is fighting tonight. His gaze flicks briefly to the other two. We made sure of that.