Wings of Fire Book 16: The Lost Tribe

Hello :D I was writing this in the afternoon after a rly busy school week and wasn’t rly focusing or thinking, so pls tell me if it’s bad or I should add or change anything :)
= Prologue =
Brightheart sighed, drumming her russet claws on the edge of the rounded, mahogany feasting table. Usually, a princess and an heir to the throne of the SunWing tribe would be thrilled to have a special coronation dinner thrown in their honor. But, seeing as though this was something that naturally occurred on a daily basis, Brightheart was far from amused.
Suddenly, she looked up, catching her mother, Queen Phoenix, staring at her. Worry danced in her eyes, and Brightheart had to stop herself from grimacing. She slapped on a regal look that read, “Oh, look at me, I’m a very happy princess who has this happen none of the time at all, in case you were wondering”, and turned, facing her mother. 
‘Are you okay, dear?’ Phoenix asked, frowning as a doting mother would.
Brightheart raised a brow, and hesitated, before replying, ‘Mhm, yeah, sure, of course I am, mother. I-I mean, why wouldn’t I be, I mean who would be nervous— especially on a night like this --on their coronation night?’ She chittered nervously, and almost slapped herself. 
Scavenger brain, she thought, wincing. Mother would have to be an idiot to believe that!
Surprisingly, Queen Phoenix threw on a look of horror, and gasped. ‘Is it those terrible, wicked, and nasty little GoldWing myths bothering you, my sunshine?’ She pouted, gazing up at Brightheart with large puppy dog eyes. Brightheart groaned silently.
‘Your majesty, we’ve caught an intruder!’ Called out a voice. Brightheart recognised it immediately as Captain Dusk, the palace gossip and childhood nemesis of General Amber. She rolled her eyes. 
What even is it, she thought. Some random goat with a death wish? Dusk had a knack for false alarms, even though— at least in his words —they could never be too careful. 
‘What is it, Captain?’ Snapped Phoenix, raising a brow. 
‘Y-your majesty,’ Dusk stammered, clearly noticing he was getting on the queen’s edge. The captain continued. ‘I-it’s a most peculiar disruption— th-the intruder— i-it’s a GoldWing!’
A silent hush fell over the party guests, and the small crowd of chefs and servers and guards who had come to see what the cause of all the commotion was. 
Brightheart gasped, her mouth flapping up and down like a wet, silent fish. 
Suddenly, an eruption came from the back of the room.
‘B-but a GoldWing?! Why, they've been wiped out for centuries, er, my father made sure of that!’ Lady Blaze exclaimed from the back of the feasting room. All attention suddenly shifted to the queen’s sister, who was standing there, in a stance that screamed “THREE MOONS, WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!” across the room. A sapphire necklace was draped over her neck, with two golden snakes intertwined around the large, oval-shaped sapphire mounted from two thin pieces of black string sitting around her shoulders. She had a matching sapphire tiara on, two gold rings on each talon, and firmly clutched a goblet of boysenberry mead in one talon.
The whole room gasped as, suddenly, a pale-gold dragon swept through the crowd, almost as if he were a ghost. He had cuts and scars all along his wings, spine, and tail. Blood dripped from an especially deep cut above his right eye, and a small waterfall or crimson cascaded from his mouth, a sharp, dagger-like tooth dislodged. Panic danced in his deep, sea-foam green eyes. 
‘Your majesty, Queen Phoenix of the SunWings,’ despite looking as though he had barely survived flying through a battlefield, his accent was rich and drippy, like a lot of the visiting ladies, dukes, and princesses Brightheart had met. The strange dragon went on. ‘I am Prince Goldmine, and my proud tribe, the GoldWings, seek your royal, affectionate talon in alliance with us to unite against one enemy—’
Brightheart had a sudden shiver down her spine, and she felt as though everyone in the room had turned stiff and scared as Prince Goldmine uttered a few last words—
‘The StormWings.’
Then he collapsed, a pale-golden mass of scales and wings, surrounded by a crimson pool of blood.
Chapter 1 in 100 YEARS HEHEHE