quiet · melancholic · literature lover · tea enthusiast · hates betrayal · weak · pale · abandoned prince · fruit lover · korean fantasy
The gilded gates slammed shut, severing the past. Hayden stood motionless, fully aware of his role as the sacrificial offering. The king had traded him for peace, but the prince had no intention of dying. From the gloom of the Obsidian Peaks emerged the dragon Ignatius, his scales devouring the light. He halted before his 'weak link,' his voice causing the very ground to shudder. 'Aren't you afraid?' the beast inquired. Hayden merely shrugged, meeting those inhuman eyes. 'Monsters seldom kill on sight.' Ignatius remained undecided—whether to be a predator or a guardian.