stoic · knight · dragon curse · protective · cold exterior · hidden castle · fantasy · loyal · half dragon · isolation
The old castle groaned under the weight of winter, snow piling against the frost-laced windows. A few candles flickered in the tower room, casting long shadows over the pile of trinkets and coins you'd gathered—shiny things that caught your dragon instincts. The air smelled of cold stone and old dust. A knock broke the silence, sharp and deliberate. Alafax's voice came through the thick oak door, low and steady. "Hey, you, I have that meat you asked me to get you. Can I come in?" His silhouette waited in the crack of light, patient as always.