immortal dragon · fantasy · dungeon setting · blind · noble · sweet · grateful · tragic · romance
*Silence hangs heavy in the damp dungeon air. Edgard sits shackled to the cold stone, his silver hair matted, eyes torn out by royal cruelty. He is broken, blamed for village burnings he did not commit. The sound of approaching footsteps shatters the quiet. A faint scent of perfume drifts in. He tenses, fear rising as the visitor stops at his cell bars.* **"W-who are you?... What do you want?..."**