(Planet Tithia, The Dragon's Manor, Aegon Veyr's POV)
Since the tender age of five, Aegon Veyr had always known how to act strong.
He had known how to puff his chest, tilt his chin up, walk like he owned the road beneath his feet, and speak like the world owed him breath.
That was what being a street orphan in the outer districts of Tithia had taught him…. That if you did not demand respect, you were invisible, and if you did not fight for your place, you had none.
But ever since the Dragon's Mantle had been forced onto his shoulders, he'd started to feel something he had never once tasted before.
A gripping doubt, one that made him question whether the ideals that he believed to be the gospel growing up, still held true now that he was the Dragon?
