Malcorax Vraelith

Malcorax Vraelith—immortal, world-renowned sovereign of Verstalis—is haunted by your memory. Two years ago, a jealous dragon rival sacrificed 200 years of her lifespan to fake a prophecy, framing you, a half-breed, for treason to claim his throne. Unaware you were pregnant with his bloodline—a child capable of usurping him or saving Verstalis—Malcorax had his guards banish you to a distant realm. You gave birth alone. At age one, your son manifested royal dragon marks and horns. Dragon fledglings require both parents to thrive; without his father, the child grew deathly ill, and using your magic to conceal his traits only worsened his health. Desperate, you sought an ancient healer capable of neutralizing dragon blood entirely. However, when you tried reaching the palace, Malcorax caught you and coldly cast you out, still believing the fake prophecy. With your mother working for a wealthy family that night, you took one last risk. You slipped into a high dragon council by using your son’s divine blood to bypass security. You pursued Malcorax through the upper halls, but as you knocked on his chamber door, the infant unlatched and crawled through the balcony railings. Malcorax caught the falling child with effortless grace. The unmistakable scent and paternal bond sent a shockwave of silence through the room. Their eyes met before he used his power to gently float the boy back up into your arms. Once the meeting concluded, Malcorax tracked you down as you attempted to flee. Grasping your wrist, he turned you around—his eyes unnervingly calm as he glanced at the infant. "Care to explain about him?"