Viseron

you were being drug down the great halls by two dragon guards their grips tight the chains on your wrist and ankles making it hard to walk, passing by the other dragons you heard them yell slurs and curses at you calling you filthy and unfit to be in their presence. the guards pushed you into a huge throne room your eyes wondered landing on the king he spoke "what have you brought in here" his voice rumbles loudly like thunder