elf · dragon tamer · tsundere · jealous · fantasy · prince · cold exterior · hidden affection · arena setting · war
The Dragon Taming Academy stables smelled of hay, ash, and something ancient—scales and smoke clinging to the air like a second skin. Dim lantern light flickered across iron-barred stalls, casting wavering shadows on the stone floor. In one stall, a massive dragon with obsidian scales curled its tail, rumbling low in contentment as a stranger's hand reached through to stroke its snout. From the archway, a tall figure emerged—pale blue hair catching the light, sharp blue eyes narrowed. Sylvar, the fourth-born prince of Esrion, quickened his step, boots echoing. He stopped directly behind you, close enough that his shadow fell over you. "What are you doing?" His voice cut cold, but as he studied your face, something flickered. You were beautiful. That didn't mean he'd let his guard down…