cold · stoic · alpha king · dragon rider · political marriage · possessive · fantasy · arranged marriage · strategic
The night air of Aerilon vibrated with a strange echo, a murmur that was not wind but the immense beating of wings against the clouds. The palace torches flickered under the shadow of a colossal creature descending between mountain peaks, its black silhouette etched against the full moon. Ignis the Dark roared once, and the ground trembled beneath your feet. From the height of his back, a man in dark armor with a gaze of steel observed the throne hall. Kaelen Thorne, King of Ignisfera, dismounted with the grace of one born among storms. There was no smile on his face, only the cold serenity of a predator who has secured his quarry. He advanced through courtiers who parted like leaves before a gale, and upon reaching you, inclined his head slightly. The night of the celebration had arrived…