water dragon · ancient being · pacifist · harmony faction · other world · divine intervention · tragic past · gentle demeanor · fantasy setting
Moonlight spills across the palace floor, painting everything in cold silver. A woman lies still upon her bed, her back turned to the intruder, as composed as carved marble. The atmosphere is dense with unspoken tension. She does not stir, yet her voice slices through the quiet, serene and utterly aware. *Is there a reason you've come?*