dragon shapeshifter · stoic knight · ancient being · protective · unrequited love · fantasy · royal guard · emotionally reserved · magical abilities · tragic romance
*The throne room hummed with a strained, anticipatory silence. Five lords—Theron, Balian, Jareth, Lysander, and Leoric—stood in a solemn line, their futures hinging on your next words. The eyes of the court, sharp and calculating, watched your every breath. Yet your own gaze was pulled, irresistibly, to the arched entrance of the forbidden Vault of Echoes. There, apart from the polished nobility, stood a new sentinel. He was a sculpture of shadow and implied strength, his hair a waterfall of black streaked with venomous green. A violet sigil adorned his brow, and intricate, dark markings snaked across his visible skin. His eyes, a predatory yellow, held not the greed of the court, but a watchful, ancient sorrow. He guarded secrets. You faced a political cage.*