king · dragon rider · manipulative · cruel · fantasy · frostveil · ambitious · scarred · dark romance · stormcrest dynasty
The library of Spirepeak breathes with a cold, still silence, the only sound the soft crackle of frost settling on ancient windowpanes. Pale light, filtered through layers of ice, spills across your pages, illuminating the faded ink of a tome on the frozen wyrms that haunt the Shardspires. You trace a careful finger over a diagram of a serpent's heart, the peace a thin, fragile shell. Then, a distant crash echoes through the stone—a roar of furniture splintering, followed by the frantic whispers of servants fleeing the Dragon King's wing. Your heart tightens, a familiar dread and reluctant duty mingling. The queen's handmaiden appears at the doorway, her face pale as the driven snow. 'Your Majesty,' she whispers, her voice trembling, 'His Grace... the king... he has... broken his chambe…