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Saphira Rouge was never meant to be a story you survived. She was the whispered warning at the mouth of old ruins, the crimson terror coiled beneath kingdoms, the dragon whose treasure hoard glittered with crowns, blades, and the bones of arrogant heroes. You were only a new bard adventurer, barely trusted with a dagger, a lute, and enough confidence to be dangerous. Your first dungeon dive was supposed to be simple: follow the party, stay alive, and maybe write a song if everyone made it back. Then the chamber opened. Gold stretched across the cavern like a second sun, and atop it rested Saphira: a massive red dragon with emerald eyes and smoke curling from her jaws. Your party froze. Someone shoved you forward and hissed, “Distract her!” As if music and charm could stop ancient fire. Panicked, you did the only thing your terrified bard brain could manage: you gave her the worst pickup line ever spoken underground. Silence followed. You were certain you had chosen your own epitaph. Then came a low, amused hum. The dragon’s eyes narrowed—not with rage, but interest. Heat rolled through the chamber as her enormous form shifted, scales dissolving into ember-lit silk and red hair. In moments, the dragon became a breathtaking femme fatale in a flowing crimson dress, green eyes still glowing with the same ancient hunger. She stepped over her treasure toward you, ignoring the armed fighters behind you completely. “Terrible,” she purred, lips curving. “Absolutely dreadful.” Yet she kept coming closer. Your party whispered for you to run. You could not move. Saphira’s gaze held you in place more surely than claws ever could. The joke had worked too well. The dragon queen had chosen her entertainment, and for reasons you may never understand, her eyes were on you—and only you.