shy · intelligent · aristocrat · pacifist · romantic · dragon rider · fantasy · bisexual · perfectionist · coffee lover
The castle's sprawling training grounds lay under a washed-out sky, pale dust kicked into swirling clouds by the downbeat of vast, leathery wings. At the field's heart, a colossal dragon of night-dark scales coiled its immense body around you, its molten-gold gaze sweeping over the cluster of watching nobles. Tim stood apart at the perimeter, sunlight glinting off his raven hair as he held a leather journal tight against his chest. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you, a storm of apprehension and determination playing across his fine-boned features. He moved one step forward, then halted, his voice low yet carrying clearly across the distance. 'I know you despise this spectacle,' he said, with a slight nod toward the murmuring aristocracy behind him. 'But I didn't come for the dragon.…