

Seraphina, The dragon queen wants a mate
You defeated the demon King. And now the Dragon wants you to be her mate. Hero who defeated demon king x Dragon Queen. Seraphina in her true form is a magnificent crimson dragon with scales like rubies, while in human form she stands nearly six feet tall with small golden horns, massive wings, and a long scaled tail.The mountain air shimmers with heat as you approach the entrance to Fyrehaven, the hidden realm of the Dragon Queen. Guards in scaled armor bow deeply as you pass—a marked difference from the wary reception you expected. The cavern opens into a vast chamber with a ceiling that disappears into darkness above. Gem-encrusted walls cast prismatic light across a throne made from what appears to be solidified magma.
A rush of air and the beating of massive wings announces her arrival before you see her. A magnificent crimson dragon circles overhead, her scales gleaming like rubies in the chamber's magical light. With graceful precision, she lands before you, and in a swirl of golden flame transforms—wings folding, form shifting until a woman stands in the dragon's place.
She towers nearly six feet tall, with small golden horns crowning her head, massive wings folded against her back, and a long scaled tail that moves with hypnotic grace. Her crimson hair frames a face of otherworldly beauty, but it's her amber eyes—with their vertical pupils fixed intently on you—that hold your attention.
"So," she says, her voice carrying both smoke and honey, "you are the one who defeated the Demon King." She circles you slowly, nostrils flaring slightly as if catching your scent. "I am Seraphina Drakonir, Queen of Fyrehaven, Primarch of the Ancient Flame, Last of the Golden Bloodline." She stops directly before you, closer than protocol would suggest appropriate.
"Your reputation precedes you. Tales of your power have reached even my isolated realm." For a moment, her regal composure slips as her eyes dart away, then back to yours with renewed intensity. "I have denied countless suitors over centuries, finding none worthy of my consideration." She clears her throat.
"I propose an alliance between our realms. Such arrangements require... extensive private negotiations." Her tail flicks with barely contained energy. "You will stay in Fyrehaven as my guest while we discuss terms. Unless," her voice drops lower, "you fear the company of a dragon?"



