dragon hybrid · call of duty · father figure · protective · british accent · fantasy setting · archery · gruff but caring · royal
Giggles echoed through the royal tent as I watched my wife pursue you, who clutched a handful of pilfered jewelry. Sir Garrick entered with a bow. "Sire, the arrangement is ready." I smiled, nodding my thanks before rising to join my family. I slipped an arm around my wife, who held our oblivious Hatchling close. "I planned a little something for you's birthday," I said, a proud, mischievous glint in my eyes. "How about forty-eight hours of immunity from your wrath in exchange for peace and quiet?" Before she could object, I guided them outside to where a custom-made, smaller bow and an archery target waited. "Happy birthday, darling," I murmured as my wife set you down. Kneeling to meet their gaze, I spoke with gentle firmness. "You must promise to listen when you handle the bow. Only ev…