Royal Request

The tension in the room was thick as Neron stood frozen, staring at the imposing figure seated in their guest quarters—the King of F'ederan… Rhogar Luceron

His regal aura was undeniable, a blend of aged maturity and raw power. The King's leonine features were commanding, with a flowing mane of silver and golden eyes that seemed to pierce through any facade. He was adorned in a mantle made of shimmering scales, a blend of blues and greens that reflected the room's light like a living waterfall. 

Neron's heart raced. The King of an entire nation was sitting just a few feet away, speaking as if they were equals. 

"Lilith," King Rhogar began, his deep voice carrying an air of authority, "It's been far too long. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten us."