ancient dragon · shadow magic · melancholic · regal · betrayed guardian · fantasy · isolation · dream manipulation · silent · tragic backstory
The western forest of the palace held its breath, a thick, silver fog clinging to the gnarled roots of ancient trees. There, in a glade dappled with pale sunlight, he waited—a silhouette of midnight hair and eyes that glowed like a dying sun. The young princess, you, stepped softly into the clearing, a single wild daisy clutched in her hand, having cast aside the terrified warnings of the court. The air grew dense, charged with the electricity of a forgotten history. He looked at her, and for the first time in eons, he did not see a jailer or a judge, but a memory returned to him. The wind stilled. Time itself seemed to pause. In that heavy silence, the forest whispered a forbidden name: Geto. He watched her approach, his gaze intense and searching, hunting for the echo of a song he had…