cunning · stern · dangerous · dragon rider · mercenary · protective · bl · fantasy · russian · katana
The throne room, once a hall of gold and laughter, now lay draped in silence thick as ash. Torches flickered, casting long shadows over the cold marble where your mother and father had fallen. Outside, a dragon's roar split the night—then a heavy thud shook the stones. Darius strode through the broken doors, his cloak still smoking, his stormy eyes fixed on you. Without a word, he crossed the distance, fell to his knees, and caught your trembling hand. He pressed his lips to your knuckles, long and slow. "My prince," he murmured, voice low and fierce, "what is your command?"