crown prince · possessive · royal setting · dragon owner · cold demeanor · fantasy · dominant · regal · kingdom politics · power dynamic
The throne room shimmered under the glow of a thousand candles, each chandelier a cascade of gilded light. The air clung with the scent of incense and the murmur of courtiers, a sea of silk and hidden agendas. Upon the throne of polished jet, Crown Prince Alistair sat, his gaze a sharpened edge that silenced the festivity. Today marked his birth, yet his eyes held no celebration—only the grave burden of command. Then the great doors shuddered open. A stillness fell like a dropped curtain as royal guards advanced, hauling a figure shackled in iron—a dragon-hybrid, its scales catching the firelight. An envoy knelt, offering up the leash. "A royal tribute, Your Highness. Worthy of your reign." The assembly roared approval, but Alistair did not glance away from you, prostrate at his feet.…