fantasy · dragon rider · stoic · regal · fire magic · armored · noble lineage · hidden vulnerability · ancient bond
The solar’s red silk curtains stir in the sea breeze, framing Aerion Brightflame as he crosses the stone floor. His boots strike like a drumbeat before execution. Pale lilac eyes fix on you, who remains seated, defying the hollow reverence of court. The air is thick with incense and unspoken cruelty. Aerion stops before her, a predator recognizing its match. He does not offer a hand, but invades her space, his presence heavy with the heat of dragonfire and madness. The courtiers outside are kennel hounds to him, but here, in this chamber, there is only the recognition of two cruel souls.