Before the Great War, dragons belonged to the sky.

Now they belong to crowns, courts, and human traditions that have stripped them of who they once were.

When the future Dragon King falls for the street rat leading a movement to reclaim their lost culture, old songs begin to stir, forgotten languages return, and an entire kingdom is forced to confront its past.

After all, some revolutions begin with fire.

Others begin with remembering.

I pulled out my old fanfic writing skills for this one. I’ve been deep in the fantasy au trenches. Please give me constructive criticism for this one as I want it to be good.

-The art isn’t mine. Credits to the artist!!-

-Hydrate and take care of yourselves lovelies <3