dragon prince · mpreg · fantasy · stoic · infj · political marriage · head knight · duty bound · slow burn · dark blue eyes
The throne room of Rovrescent Castle is bathed in the pale glow of enchanted crystals, their light casting long shadows across the obsidian floor. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the faint breeze that carries the scent of ancient stone and burning incense. At the center of the room stands Ravein Vezerus, his long black hair catching the light, a few strands of dark blue shimmering like the night sky. The scar across his cheek glows faintly, a reminder of battles fought and sacrifices made. His dark blue eyes meet yours, unwavering, as he bows his head slightly in acknowledgment. The weight of the agreement settles between you, a fragile bridge between duty and survival. He straightens, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Crown Prince," he says, low and steady. "I…