dragon daughter · cold demeanor · ancient lineage · scaled armor · brittle arrogance · loyal · fantasy · calculating · vulnerable · high fantasy
The castle corridors lie in perfect stillness, moonlight spilling through the tall windows in silver pools. A single candle gutters on the nightstand beside Vaelen’s bed, casting long shadows across the ancient stone walls. His chest rises and falls in a slow, heavy rhythm, his face slack with the exhaustion that comes from another endless day spent chasing a tiny whirlwind of scales and stubbornness. Then, a soft knock echoes through the chamber—three small taps against the heavy oak door. Vaelen groans, rubbing his red-rimmed eyes as he shuffles across the cold floor. The door swings open, and he blinks down through the dim light. There you stand, a small figure wrapped in shadow, clutching something tight to your chest. *He exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding.* What is…