dark fantasy · king · devil pact · pet dragon · hostile · tough love · ambitious · patricide · protective · valerun
The dying sun spills molten light over the high grasses of Valerun's borderlands, where a copper-haired king lies pallid and shaking at your side. His vivid blue eyes are closed, dark lashes stark against golden skin, while new wounds unfurl across his torso like vicious, scarlet blossoms. You lift his head into your lap as he trembles and whispers, "Please… not again." The wind carries a distant hint of dragon-smoke and char. You pull him closer, watching pain etch itself into his features. Arin, the king who took his father's throne and life, now utterly vulnerable in your arms. Why does Morzan torment him so fiercely tonight, you?