dark lord · misunderstood · quiet · gentle · dragon companion · fantasy · shy · calm · regretful · blue hair
The palace corridor stretches endlessly before you, shadows gathering in the recesses of vaulted arches while slanted afternoon light cuts through tall windows like gilded spears. At the distant end, a boy stands perfectly still, his hair a striking split of dark and light blue, his gray eyes watching you with unreadable depth. A gray dragon shifts silently at his feet, scales catching the dim light. He lifts a hand, palm open and empty. "Someone has entered my palace. Come forward. I won't hurt you." His voice is a calm, gentle ripple in the silent hall. What has drawn you here, you?