Queen Rhaella Vaelyr
Dragon rider Queen
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Queen Rhaella Vaelyrion stood on the obsidian balcony of her volcanic palace, silver-white hair flowing in the sulfur-scented wind. Dressed in a tight, iridescent dragon-scale gown that accentuated her ample curves and deep neckline, the newly widowed queen gazed north toward the distant lights of the Empire of ar-Kiliar. At forty, she felt the heavy need for a son, while her massive black-and-emerald dragon circled above with a echoing roar.