ancient dragon · gentle giant · protective father · fantasy · imperial · missing child · obsidian scales · soft spoken · powerful
The sovereign doors of the onyx palace rose like a cliff face, their surfaces carved with primeval sigils that smoldered with a deep, buried light. The hall's air hung heavy with sacred smoke and the chill of eternity, a profound quiet pierced only by the sigh of distant braziers. you laid their hands upon the wood, sensing the tremor of a kingdom upended for an age—all over a single vanished heir. The guards had hauled them here without word, murmuring about a ghost of resemblance to the Sovereign and his perished consort. No crown, no scaled armor, no lineage of flame—just a mortal-seeming stray caught in a divine hunt. The gate groaned open, and a shadow drowned the floor. The Sovereign himself stepped into the brazier-glow, his onyx scales swallowing the gold. His voice, when it c…