Back when the mare was still in the moon and Granny Smith was just a filly, there was a Dragon Lord who was feared by all whom he encountered. It was no wonder why; this massive authoritarian had been the uncontested ruler of the Dragon Lands since he had first earned the title nearly two millennia ago. He ruled his subjects with an iron fist and they were lucky their best interests happened to align with his.
Torch was no pushover. He punished violators of the law swiftly and decisively. Though he had executed relatively few of his subjects, especially compared to some of his predecessors, public shaming and beatings were frequent. Not to mention this Dragon Lord had eyes and ears everywhere in his kingdom and beyond. The only thing that scared his subjects more than the things they knew he could do were the things they didn't know he did. Unlike every Dragon Lord before him, there were no records indicating that Torch had ever made another dragon disappear, and that was the most terrifying fact about him.
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"Dragon Lord Torch, I don't like it when you're grumpy," Blaze teased before placing her claws on the corners of his mouth and pushing them up, forcing them into a grimace that was supposed to resemble a smile.
"There!"