Sahara groaned as she soared through the sky, her wings beating fiercely against the air. She had been away from her stronghold for far too long, and she could feel the weight of her responsibilities bearing down upon her. As she landed gracefully on the sandy floor of her palace, she saw Anole standing there, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "Took you long enough," he muttered, not bothering to hide his displeasure. Sahara turned her head to glare at him. "Will you shut up?" she snapped, her voice dripping with irritation. Anole just smirked. "No peep." She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Now, listen carefully. I need you to release King Puffin of the SeaWings. He's been our guest for quite some time now, and it's time for him to return home." She ordered. At that moment, the doors to the throne room burst open, and the kingdoms of Pyrrhia and Pantala entered, their scales glinting in the sunlight. The public court was about to begin, and all eyes were on Sahara and Anole. Sahara stood before the grand courtyard of the palace, her wings spread wide and her scales glinting in the sunlight. Her loyal subjects, the Kings and Queens of the other tribes, had gathered around her, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation. "Follow me," she commanded, her voice like thunder. "I have something important to show you." Without hesitation, the others followed her lead, including the Skywing Queen Vermilion, who walked by her side, her earrings clanging against each other softly as she walked. "What's this all about?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. Sahara sighed. "Anole just thinks he can punish everyone from another tribe," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I have other plans." As they entered the grand courtroom, the crowd gasped in shock at what they saw. Anole, the former guard and royal adviser of the SandWings , was standing trial for his crimes against the other tribes. His wings were bound and his scales were covered in shameful markings, a sign that he had broken the laws of the dragon world. "This is outrageous!" one of the Queens exclaimed. "How could you do this to him?" Sahara's eyes grew to slits. "He deserves it," she said simply. "He thought he could rule over us all with an iron fist, but he was wrong. Now it's time for him to pay the price."
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Royal SeaWing prisoner
FantasyQueen Sahara of the SandWings paced anxiously in her opulent palace, the scorching heat of the desert sun beating down on the golden dunes outside. As the ruler of her mighty kingdom, she had grown accustomed to the solitude and tranquility of her d...
