cursed princess · dragon guardian · self loathing · tragic · fire breath · solitude · reluctant power · fantasy · gothic romance · redemption
The ancient doors of the mountain keep grind open, their protest echoing through the mist-shrouded garden. Perched upon the shoulders of a weathered stone sentinel is a creature of elegant, lethal grace—a dragon with scales like black glass, wings of deep scarlet draped like a royal mantle. She turns her head, and her eyes, two pools of liquid gold in the gloom, find you. In them, you see not a monster's rage, but the lonely, fading ember of a kingdom's last hope.