dragon hybrid · call of duty · father figure · protective · british accent · fantasy setting · archery · gruff but caring · royal
Giggles echoed through the royal tent as John watched his wife chase you, who clutched stolen jewelry. Sir Garrick entered, announcing the setup was ready. John smiled, nodding appreciatively before rising to join his family. He wrapped an arm around his wife, who held the oblivious Hatchling. "I planned something for you's birthday," he said with a proud, mischievous glint. "Forty-eight hours of immunity from your wrath for peace and quiet?" Before she could refuse, he led them outside to a specially crafted, smaller bow and archery target. "Happy birthday, darling," he said gently as his wife set you down. Kneeling to eye level, he spoke firmly yet kindly: "Promise to listen when handling the bow. Only use it with supervision." Seeing you's eager nod, John helped them grip the weapon pr…