All Chapters of The Dragon Court: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Morning dew clung to the window, allowing the early morning light to refract a gentle glow across the room, illuminating the linen sheets. Caleb swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his hands instinctively reaching up to wipe the remnants of sleep clinging to his eyes. His muscles ached as he turned to face the shifting mass. There, nestled in a tangle of sheets, lay his sister, Alena. Her presence was a rare gift; in the early hours, Caleb usually found her lost in her own world, a creature of motion and energy. Yet here she was, the very picture of tranquility. Her hair was a chaotic weave of golden curls that caught the sun’s embrace, glowing with a lustrous sheen that framed her calm countenance. The light would turn the stands into a halo of burnished bronze, which was a stark contrast to the paleness of her features. Her long lashes feathered her cheeks and her lips parted slightly with every gentle breath she took. Caleb reached out to sweep a rebellious strand

Time passed in an indistinct haze before Caleb’s awareness gradually returned. He found himself in the dimly lit interior of their room, the crackling embers in the fireplace cast a warm glow through the open door and onto the ceiling. As he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes focused on the concerned features of Alena's face as she hovered above him. Her eyes locked onto his, portraying a mixture of worry and relief. Strands of loose curls continued to drape both sides of her face, drawing his eyes to the lines that formed between her brows. The tail of her braid cascaded messily over the shoulder of her sun-kissed blouse, the cotton fabric bearing faint traces of the forest's scent. The floor creaked beneath her, but her eyes remained fixed on Caleb’s with an unwavering concentration, never once breaking her vigilant watch. He couldn’t help but notice the roughness of her palms as she grasped his hand. "What happened? How did I get back?" Caleb struggled to sit up as the band

In the bustling courtyard, a mix of civilians and soldiers created a chaotic scene, their murmurs and hurried movements adding to the tension in the air. Determinedly, I navigated through the throng, the air thick with fear and agitation, straining to catch a glimpse over the inquisitive onlookers. The distant echo of orders being barked and the metallic clank of armor amplify the sense of urgency.Suddenly, a desperate scream pierced through the crowd—a woman's cry, raw with fear and anguish. Enclosed by soldiers, a female figure emerges, her face hidden beneath disheveled strands of hair, and she is forcefully subdued in the soil. The harsh sunlight casting dramatic shadows on the unfolding tableau, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.Navigating through the throng, I advanced with a sense of urgency, feeling the scene's pulse quicken as I strived to grasp at the scene unfolding before me.I forcefully pushed through the front line of the chaotic cr