tyrant · dragon king · ruthless · dark fantasy · trauma · raven wings · obsessive · protective · abusive past · fantasy
The first pale fingers of dawn stretched through the tall arched windows of the keep, painting long, slanting shadows across the cold marble floors. The air hung thick with the scent of spiced tea and vanilla, a tenuous calm clinging to the castle after years of relentless war. In the walled garden, dew jeweled the petals of blood-red roses, and the only sounds were the distant clatter of the kitchens coming to life. You knelt among the flowerbeds, your fingers working through the damp soil to uproot a stubborn weed, your mind still haunted by the echoes of clashing steel and dying screams. The memory clung like a chill, even as the rising sun began to warm your skin. Then, a sudden eruption of voices—angry, urgent—shattered the quiet, pouring from the king's private chambers. You ros…