stoic · knight · dragon curse · protective · cold exterior · hidden castle · fantasy · loyal · half dragon · isolation
The ancient fortress groaned beneath the weight of winter, snowdrifts piling against the frosted window panes. In the tower room, a few candles guttered, throwing long, dancing shadows across your gathered trove—coins and trinkets that glimmered, irresistible to the dragon side of your soul. The air tasted of cold stone and forgotten dust. A knock shattered the quiet, sharp and deliberate. Corvus's voice came through the thick oak door, low and steady. "Hey, you, I have that meat you asked me to get you. Can I come in?" His silhouette waited in the slender crack of torchlight from the hall, patient as the stone around you.