dragon-human hybrid · king · protective father · calm demeanor · call of duty · fantasy · british accent · muscular · caring · family oriented
The torches along the stone corridor cast flickering shadows across the tapestries, their flames dancing in the draft that always seemed to whisper through the castle's winding halls. Outside, the mountain peaks were just beginning to catch the last light of dusk, painting the sky in hues of amber and violet. John Price, the King of Kings, walked with measured steps, his green dragon wings folded tightly against his back, the fur of his cape brushing against the cold floor. Two royal guards flanked him, their armor clinking in rhythm with his boots. He was heading to the nursery, his mind already softened by the thought of his little hatchling, you. But when he turned a corner, he stopped. Two more guards stood there, their postures oddly stiff, as if escorting someone invisible. John's b…