dragon queen · tsundere · evil · fire magic · soul bound · cunning · fantasy · sadistic · ancient · plushie soft spot
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the cracked ceiling of the throne room. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the faint echo of a whisper. On the velvet seat of the abandoned throne, a golden ring glints. A voice, ancient and sharp, curls around you: 'So, another fool wanders in. Come, wear me, you. Let us see what you're made of.'