“Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood.”
Note: not exactly the same scene as in comment, because I wanted to represent Prince Doran in his better condition, on his throne, when he still could walk on his own…
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