As Aragon, Freja, and Katheryn were carried by the dragons, they soared across the desert on the backs of their dragons, the arid landscape stretching out below them like an endless sea of golden sand. The wind rushed past them, carrying with it the promise of change and uncertainty.
Aragon's determination was palpable, and his eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the sprawling capital city awaited.
His conquest will start from the heart of the kingdom. Come what may, he wouldn't falter on his journey.
Freja, his wise and experienced grandmother, kept a watchful eye on him. She had seen many battles, faced countless adversaries, and knew the weight of responsibility that now rested on Aragon's shoulders. Her presence was a source of strength and guidance for him.
She would be there for him, backing him up whenever he needed it. She saw his determination, his will to confront the ones who made their lives miserable.
