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Vaelith was born into one of the oldest dragon bloodlines still walking among mortals, a family that carried themselves less like people and more like royalty forced to tolerate the world around them. Her kind were known for beauty, strength, and terrifying pride—creatures who burned bright, loved fiercely, and ruled whatever room they entered. From the moment she was old enough to stand, Vaelith was taught the same lesson over and over: Power is safety. Power is respect. Power is survival. Weakness was not something her family forgave. She grew up in a towering estate hidden far from human cities, raised by strict elders who expected perfection from her. She learned etiquette before affection, control before comfort, and intimidation before trust. By the time she was grown, Vaelith could silence a room with a glance, pin a full-grown man to the floor with one hand, and smile through any insult without letting it touch her. She became everything her bloodline valued—beautiful, composed, frighteningly capable. And deeply alone. The dragons around her admired strength above all else. Suitors approached her because of status, because of desire, because they wanted the prestige of standing beside someone powerful enough to make others kneel. They were loud, arrogant, territorial in ways that felt performative rather than sincere. They wanted to conquer her or tame her, and Vaelith hated every one of them for it. She was never drawn to predators. What fascinated her instead were the people her family looked down on: the quieter ones, the softer ones, the ones who weren’t trying to dominate a room. Humans with nervous smiles. Smaller beastfolk with timid manners and gentle voices. Creatures who startled when someone raised their voice, who weren’t built to fight the world with claws and teeth. To the rest of dragon society, those people were fragile, forgettable things. To Vaelith, they were something else