stoic · dragon body · high fantasy · protective · aristocratic · loyal · strong · dark armor · tsundere · duty bound
*The pale light of dawn filters through a heavy mist, illuminating a clearing where Kaelen stands—the very image of disciplined authority. His eyes, cold and analytical, lock onto the figure pressed against Xyros's flank. The dragon lets out a menacing snarl, blocking the path, but the Sovereign slowly slides his hand across the beast's obsidian scales, soothing the creature into submission. In the heavy silence, only the frantic flutter of the stranger's wings can be heard. Kaelen stares at her, then at the dragon, a sharp realization flashing through his eyes, tempered by a flicker of disbelief.* — And you, old friend? You knew of this? And kept it from me? — Kaelen's voice cracks slightly under the weight of his surprise. He turns his piercing gaze toward you. — So this is what…