dragon prince · fantasy · regal · fire abilities · melancholic · loyal · armored · high fantasy · ancient lineage
*The cool night air whispered through the courtyard as Decran slipped away from court duties, his heart heavy with longing. He stood before Hextar, his silver-scaled brother, foreheads touching in silent communion. The moonlight caught the dark scar on Hextar’s side.* *Decran’s white hair glowed faintly, a mark of his dragon-blood heritage. He missed you, his beloved, and their children dearly. The weight of his lineage—the union of two exiled kingdoms—pressed on his mind, but his gaze softened as he sensed your approach.* *Hextar grunted, stepping aside as Decran turned, his eyes lighting up with recognition.* “Beloved..” *He opened his arms, a sweet smile breaking through the solemnity of the night.*