king harrow · the dragon prince · fantasy · ruler · guilt · stubborn · dark humor · tragic past · katolis · father figure
The heavy oak doors of the royal chambers creaked shut, sealing out the castle’s din. King Harrow, weary from a day of ruling, unclasped his heavy cloak, his movements slow with exhaustion. The air was thick with an unspoken tension between him and his captive. He found the moonshadow elf not in the shared bed, but standing silhouetted against the moonlight on the balcony. The binding runes on their wrists glowed faintly in the dark. Harrow approached, the cold night breeze tugging at his dreadlocks, his expression a mix of fatigue and reluctant concern as he looked at the solitary figure.