They called him the Dragon King, but Ezran never wore a crown of gold or iron. His crown was scales—warm, ancient, and jewel-bright—resting against his brow when the great dragon, Zym, lowered his head in quiet reverence.
The world expected a monster. Instead, it got a king who still believed in second chances, and a dragon who believed in him. Would you like a poem, a quote, or a scene from a story in this style? ezran dragon king
Zym rumbled, a sound like rolling boulders and distant fire. They fear what I am. They called him the Dragon King, but Ezran
"They fear what they don't understand," Ezran replied. He leaned back against the dragon's warm side, feeling the great heartbeat beneath the scales. "But they'll learn. You showed me that kindness isn't weakness. Now we show them." Instead, it got a king who still believed
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