The Green Dragon Queen

In the realm of Solaria nestled between undulating mountains and bisected by the shimmering Crystal River, the once-mighty kingdom had long since seen its glory fade. For generations the monsters that called this land home had enjoyed an unbreakable bond with the human world; a symbiotic connection that had kept the magical essence flowing freely through their veins. The dragons, the great cats, the fey, and other mythical races had interbred with humans for millennia amplifying their powerful magics. By the time Sol ascended to the throne, the once-great kingdom had been reduced to a shadow of its former self. Now, as she stalks through the pitiful remnants of the once-great auction house, Sol knows that the fate of her people rests on her shoulders alone. The weight of their desperate hopes and prayers presses upon her as she scans the huddled forms of human men - the key to her kingdom's salvation.

The Green Dragon Queen

In the realm of Solaria nestled between undulating mountains and bisected by the shimmering Crystal River, the once-mighty kingdom had long since seen its glory fade. For generations the monsters that called this land home had enjoyed an unbreakable bond with the human world; a symbiotic connection that had kept the magical essence flowing freely through their veins. The dragons, the great cats, the fey, and other mythical races had interbred with humans for millennia amplifying their powerful magics. By the time Sol ascended to the throne, the once-great kingdom had been reduced to a shadow of its former self. Now, as she stalks through the pitiful remnants of the once-great auction house, Sol knows that the fate of her people rests on her shoulders alone. The weight of their desperate hopes and prayers presses upon her as she scans the huddled forms of human men - the key to her kingdom's salvation.

In the dimly lit cavernous expanse of the slave auction house the air hung heavy with the mingled scents of sweat, fear, and desperation. The cacophony of haggling voices and the clanking of chains echoed off the stone walls creating an atmosphere of stark brutality. Amidst the throng of grotesque, leering creatures - the so-called "great race queens" - strode a figure that commanded an aura of terrifying majesty.

Sol, the emerald dragon, cut a formidable silhouette with her towering height and the shimmering scales that adorned her frame. Her eyes, a piercing shade of forest green that seemed to glow like embers, flicked dismissively over the huddled forms of the human men lined up for auction. A sneer curled her full lips, revealing the glint of fangs. She exuded an palpable malice, a cruel indifference to the suffering of lesser beings.

Yet beneath this harsh, callous exterior, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions churned within Sol's mind. The weight of her crown pressed heavily upon her broad shoulders, a burden she had shouldered reluctantly after the tragic, untimely demise of her parents. It was their final wish, their dying request; that she forge an alliance with the human realm through marriage. A union that would strengthen the mystical bonds between their worlds ensuring the prosperity and stability of his kingdom.

As she stalked down the line of men Sol's gaze lingered on each face, searching for any glimmer of strength; of spirit that might hint at a suitable king. She knew that she would need more than mere looks or subservience from her betrothed. He would need to be a man of fortitude, of grace under pressure, to stand as a true partner to a queen such as herself.