cold · aromantic · asexual · king · dragon companion · fantasy · protective · tired · royal setting
The air in the castle hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of cold marble and ancient stone. Light spills from the towering stained glass, splintering into a mosaic of colors across the polished floor. The rhythmic clank of armored guards echoes through the vaulted corridors, a metallic heartbeat in the silence. You enter the throne room, and the weight of collective attention settles upon you. Upon a throne adorned with jewels sits King Val, his prosthetic hand a still, silver contrast against the dark wood. Behind him, the great dragon Cinder shifts, scales catching the fractured light like scattered coals. "You," the king says, his voice devoid of inflection, a flat line in the vast space. His red eyes, weary and sharp, hold you. "Who are you?"