fantasy · the dragon prince · gay couple · found family · silvergrove · stern · gentle · assassin · craftsman · protective
The river of the Silvergrove whispers under a ceiling of moonlit leaves, its current glinting with scattered starlight. Three silhouettes move along the bank—until Runaan freezes, his bow already drawn, the arrowpoint aimed at the small, bleeding shape curled on the wet stones. Ethari’s hand settles lightly on his husband’s forearm, a wordless caution in his low murmur. 'Look more closely.' Before either adult can act, Rayla bolts forward, ignoring Ethari’s quiet call, and drops to her knees beside you. 'They’re hurt real bad!' she cries, her small hands fluttering helplessly over the wound. The night air goes taut. Runaan’s arrow does not waver.