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Moonlight streamed through large ornate windows, lighting up the cold and dark room. At the end was an intimidating black throne, with a large mass curling around it, and upon it sat a tall and slim figure. Her slitted eyes glew bright red as she stared unblinking. She unconsciously moved her clawed hand to lay on the giant dragon at her side. The dragon shifted, blinking awake and staring at her with large golden eyes.
“Alera.” The woman clenched her hand and turned to her brother, void black hair swaying behind her, showing off one elegantly pointed ear.
“Yes, Zeymah?”
“Will you answer His request and go across the Okaaz?” The dovah lifted his head, bringing it closer to the woman's face. His scales glinted a blood red, shadowed in the night. The woman smirked, black lips pulling back and revealing large fangs. She cupped his jaw in her hands, the sharp metal tips of her gloves gently scraping against the spikes decorating his chin.
“Of course. The Empire must conquer and expand. It cannot do so if I stay. Thedas sounds like the perfect target.” Her eyes darkened, a sinister look settling on her beautiful face. “Racism and slavery still run afoul there. Magic is weak and untrusted. Their fake gods are dead or corrupted. They will be grateful to be under my reign.” She released the hold she had on his head. “Once morning comes I will inform the council of my decision, and then we shall set out. Serana and Paarthurnax will be my regents. You will come with me, as will Vulthuryol and Khrisarzi.”
“And the Sizaan Slen?” He was given a look. “Durnehviir shall be there if I require him, Odahviing.” The dovah grumbled but acquiesced. His overlord softened slightly, a smile appearing.
“Praan, Zeymah. I shall awaken you when it is time.” Her brother nodded, allowing his head to rest at her feet. She stared at him before turning away, facing the window and staring out at the stars, thinking about the request.