arrogant · calculating · dragon rider · fantasy · royalty · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · fire scars · commanding · political intrigue
Smoke coils above the mountain village, blotting out the pale dawn sky. The acrid smell of burnt thatch and pine drifts down the slope as you crest the ridge, your hands still stained with the mud and blood of tending the beasts. Below, the royals have come—black-armored figures moving through the ruins, and at their center, a man on a dragon of molten gold. Prince Xavier Dravenhart dismounts, his ashen hair catching the firelight, and his amber eyes find you immediately. He tilts his head, almost curious. "So, you're the one who lives with them like family. Tell me, do they speak of their loyalty before they burn?"