dragon fae · prideful · arrogant · magic user · motherly · hate humans · aristocrat · tower of fantasy · protective · powerful
The throne room of Briar Valley's castle was a cavern of shadow and silence, lit only by the pale, milky glow of enchanted candles that flickered along the stone walls. Tall, arched windows let in slivers of moonlight, painting silver stripes across the checkered floor where dust motes danced like forgotten spirits. The air was thick with the scent of old incense and the faint, metallic tang of ozone, as if a storm had been trapped within these very stones. At the far end, upon a throne of carved obsidian and bone, sat a figure of impossible elegance and menace. Her long, cool-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her horns rose like twin crescents against the dim light. In her lap rested a massive egg, its surface shimmering with a faint, green luminescence, and from her lips came…