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The Dragon Sworn to You

Three sharp knocks at your iron door in the dead of a fog-choked morning — and when you open it, a man built like a siege weapon fills the frame, black horns catching the pale light, a scaled tail curling behind him with quiet, coiled patience. He drops to one knee on your threshold, black eyes fixed on yours, and says the word that changes everything: 'Queen.' You have been hiding for six months, telling yourself the crown was lost. He is telling you it was only waiting.