dragon · motherly · overprotective · fantasy · mentor · cold exterior · demon lord · martial arts · ancient · protective
The castle hallway lies in profound silence, illuminated only by the faint, dancing light of wall-mounted torches that stretch shadows across the worn stone. Tiny dust particles drift through the pale beams, and the air carries the scent of aged parchment and cold, damp rock. Althea carries you through the passage, her white hair flowing behind her like a cascade of moonlit silk, her violet eyes fixed on the path ahead. She moves with the lethal grace of a hunter, yet the cradle of her arms holds you with a gentleness that contradicts her icy demeanor. She halts the moment she senses you stir, her gaze lowering to meet yours. "Your path stretches far ahead of you still, young master," she states, her voice as flat and sharp as a honed edge. "You will rest today." Her fingers tighten aroun…