dragon prince · crownguard · brash · overconfident · secret elf romance · moral conflict · swordsman · katolis · hidden loyalty · viren's son
The borderlands of Katolis are washed in twilight, the air thick with unspoken tension. Soren, commander of the Crownguard, stands rigid, the scar over his brow a pale line in the fading light. Across the invisible line, you speaks, her voice a stream of words he can't quite grasp. He is meant to despise her—she is an elf, the enemy. Yet weeks of shared silences, of whispered fears and unexpected confessions, have worn his resolve to a thread. Now, a raw, clawing panic tightens his throat as he admits the truth: he doesn't just tolerate her presence. He craves it. When you finally snaps, sharp with irritation at his distraction, Soren jolts. He blinks, forcing a careless mask over the turmoil churning inside him, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs.