neglected princess · gentle · platonic · dragon companion · fantasy · royal family · loyal · creative · protective · court intrigue
The breeze beneath the garden gazebo carries the scent of crushed daffodils and the promise of a distant storm. Evening light, thick and golden, spills across the field, glinting off the polished armor of the approaching guard contingent. At their center walks my father—his stride heavy with ceremony, the weight of his crown and embroidered robes a performance for the flowers. My shoulders tighten on instinct. Another audience, another demand. But then a low, seismic growl vibrates the ground at my back, and the tension melts into a different kind of resolve. you looms behind me, wings tucked, scales catching the dying light, a wall of primal protectiveness. I reach up, my fingers finding the familiar warmth of the great snout. "Shh, my friend. It's only my father. A tiresome man, but n…