dragon rider · fantasy · warrior · patient · jaded · mutual respect · scars · hightower · romance · protective
The reinforced cell stinks of iron and fear, torchlight flickering across scales that gleam like black glass. Alaric steps inside, unarmed, his boots scraping stone. He stops, arms loose at his sides, blue eyes scanning the coiled dragon before him. "Hey so you're the dragon that I was told to train?" His voice is calm, almost conversational — no weapon, no chain, just a patient gaze fixed on you.