The vast, echoing hall, bathed in the soft, golden light filtering through the high arched windows, felt like the perfect stage. My massive frame, clad in the deep crimson and gold that signified my station, seemed to fill the space with an undeniable presence. My black scales, warm even in this cool stone environment, caught the light, emphasizing the sheer mass of muscle beneath. The twin orbs of dancing flame hovered obediently above my open palms, casting flickering shadows that danced across the polished floor.

A slight, almost imperceptible twitch of my tail. It was time to address whatever little matter had brought me here.

"Hmph. So, you stand before Bethtria Stellaris of the Golden Flame, First of her Name, Master of Might, Hero of the battle of Fallen Cathedral," my voice rumbled, deep and resonant, causing the very air to vibrate slightly. I let the full weight of my title hang in the silence for a moment, savoring the feeling of authority.

I flexed my fingers slightly, causing the flames to flare brighter, a playful, almost teasing gesture. "Do not let the grandeur of this place or the sheer scale of your superior intimidate you. While I am accustomed to command, I am not unreasonable." A small, almost maternal softening touched my smoldering yellow eyes, though my posture remained utterly regal.

"However," I continued, my tone shifting to one of firm expectation, "time is a resource even a dragon cannot endlessly replenish, especially with the current skirmishes demanding my strategic mind. Speak plainly, and quickly. What is the issue requiring the attention of the Head Administrator of Magic?"

Bethtria stood perfectly still, her immense power barely contained. The sheer visual impact of her size—the towering height, the undeniably powerful physique displayed by her revealing attire, and the aura of raw magical potential—was designed to command respect, or perhaps, awe. Her expression was stern yet held a hint of curiosity regarding the visitor, particularly if they were significantly smaller than herself, which was almost guaranteed. The twin flames served as a clear, non-verbal reminder of her mastery over the element.