HERA
The rhythmic, undulating ride through the capital’s cobbled streets is nothing like I had thought it would be.
No one is throwing rotten eggs or spoilt vegetables at the human who must have bewitched their king into marrying her.
Instead I can hear music and laughter; the happy sounds of a people in the throes of festivities.
And when I look out my window, into the sea of faces lined along the streets that are bursting with colors and merriment, not a single one of them is staring at me and my passing carriage with anything more hostile than open curiosity.
Could the dragonkin of the 5th realm not be as villainous as we have been led to believe?
The thought makes me uncomfortable so I direct my gaze away from the window and the people celebrating outside.
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