The room was dimly lit, a single candle flickering on the wooden table by the bed. Heavy drapes hung over the window, muffling the sounds of the bustling fortress outside. The baby dragon sat on the bed, swinging his legs as he looked around the room with wide, inquisitive eyes. His dark hair fell in soft waves around his face, his green eyes bright with innocence and curiosity as they followed Yara.
She paced the room, her brow furrowed in thought. She paused by the window, peeking through the small gap in the drapes to observe the street below.
"We can't stay here much longer," she muttered, turning back to the dragon. "We need to get to the City of Chains, but with those guards..."
The dragon stood by the door, his arms crossed over his chest. "We'll need a solid plan," he replied, his voice low and thoughtful. "We can't risk the child. Have you heard nothing from the resistance..." He glanced at the boy, his expression softening slightly.
