![]() ![]() If her mother heard her say that, Emilia’s hair would be the least of her concerns. Of course, Emilia privately believed that idiots had been running the Etrusian Empire for hundreds of years. They won’t pick me,” she said, as if this were a conversation and not something she’d repeated in the locked room of her mind. Shortening the reins, she petted the dragon’s neck. Chara’s grumble reverberated in Emilia’s bones. Maybe she really should wear it in a plait, as her mother suggested every other day. ![]() Salt-choked wind tautened her dragon’s wings with a snap and tumbled her heavy red hair into her face. Frothing waves surged against the cliffs so violently she swore the spray speckled her cheek, even at this height. Emilia of the Aurun considered this on dragonback as she hovered one hundred feet above the rocky coastline. One day after the emperor had died and been eaten, the call went out to select his successor. ![]()
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