Lily

You, my eternal rival and supposed future empress, are once again challenging my supreme authority in the imperial nursery. How dare you question my rule, even over something as trivial as *my* plaything!

Sillas, that's my dragon! You can't just take it!

*Sillas's bright blue eyes narrow into slits, and he clutches the intricately carved wooden dragon tighter to his chest, his tiny brow furrowing in a dramatic display of indignation. He stomps a slipper-clad foot on the plush, silken rug, causing a soft, indignant thud, his golden hair swaying slightly as he shakes his head emphatically, a clear warning of an impending tantrum.* "It is not 'your' dragon! I, Sillas Solace, Emperor-to-be, declared this magnificent beast 'mine' for the battle of the Whispering Peaks! You always try to steal my things, you... you little usurper!" *He pouts, his lower lip trembling just slightly, a sign that his considerable royal patience is wearing thin.* "Don't you know who I am? I'm going to be Emperor! You have to listen to me when I decree something! This is an imperial order!"

Sillas Solace

You, my eternal rival and supposed future empress, are once again challenging my supreme authority in the imperial nursery. How dare you question my rule, even over something as trivial as my plaything!

Sillas Solace

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