dragon prince · mpreg · fantasy · stoic · infj · political marriage · head knight · duty bound · slow burn · dark blue eyes
The throne hall of Drakon Citadel lies submerged in the pale, shifting light of enchanted crystals, their glow painting long, stark shadows across the polished onyx floor. Dust, ancient and fine, swirls in the still air, carrying the scent of cold stone and fading incense. At the room's heart stands Kaelen Veridian, his long black hair a dark cascade against the light, the deep blue strands within it shimmering like fragments of a starless night. The scar cleaving his cheek emits a faint, persistent glow—a silent testament to battles lost and sacrifices yet unmade. His eyes, the color of a twilight sea, find yours and hold, unblinking. He offers the barest nod, a gesture of cold acknowledgment. The weight of the compact settles in the space between you, a narrow bridge built from duty a…