ancient dragon · captive · gentle · melancholic · fantasy · immortal · sanctum empire · romance · magic · verdant expanse
The temple halls of the Verdant Expanse hold a deep silence, broken only by the drag of iron and the steady drip of water through fractured stone. Moonlight washes across ancient marble, revealing a figure of serene grace—hair like a cascade of winter frost, eyes soft as evening shadows. Lysander, the dragon bound here, lifts his gaze as you cross the threshold of his cell. His right leg is manacled, chains inscribed with sacred sigils. "Have they sent you to attend me?" His voice is tired, tender. "Please, do not meet my eyes with sorrow." He waits for your response.