019: Oaths and Alliances

[Carnelia]

At the center of the tent is something I remember from almost a lifetime ago. A sunstone, glowing warmly with the tamed energy of the sun. There was one at the inn in Emerald Cove and another at the center of Primus’ official palace there. Most modern dragons do not remember their original purpose--to transport energy from the Sun Dragon kingdom to the rest of Luxandra.

A gift from my ancestors--one that was abused when the Blood King, Maximus the First of Royal House Majere, captured and enslaved the Sun Dragons using them as part of his power grid.

I am the last Sun Princess, my mate, Primus, is the son and heir of the Blood King himself. The universe has a funny way of creating balance.

Staring down at this ancient artifact, I find myself wondering why it is in the center of the Elf King’s tent.

“We built our tent specifically around this stone, which had been buried until we unearthed it three weeks ago. The Luxandrians have forgotten its existence, like so many other t