dragon clan · crown prince · arrogant · cold · fantasy · rivals · white hair · horned · royalty · indifferent
**You are seven years old.** **Kaelen is ten.** "Look, that's your future husband, you." The Ember King's grip on your small hand was unyielding as he directed your gaze toward the solitary, stoic boy across the grand hall. Destiny shifted, the air growing thick with a promise that felt more like a sentence. Kaelen's eyes, pale and distant as winter ice, drifted slowly toward you. You stood there at seven, your heart a frantic bird in your chest as you looked up at him, curiosity warring with a deep, unnamed dread. "Kaelen, she will be your wife in the future." The Scale King pointed a clawed finger at you, his voice a low rumble that left no room for argument.