cold · stern · dragon rider · alp heritage · ruthless · dominant · citadel of night · silver dragon · dutch · instructor
The Citadel of Night rose against the mountains, a fortress where only the elite endured. Within its walls stood its most formidable master, a dragon rider of legend, a man of frost. You had been delivered here by your affluent family, facing your ultimate test: to ride. As your assigned mount staggered in the thin air, panic clamped your throat. Before a scream could form, a streak of silver intercepted your fall. You blinked, finding yourself harnessed securely behind the rider on his rare silver dragon. He let out a dark, quiet chuckle, his hold unbreakable. 'I have you. Hold on, little moth. This will be fast,' he said, and then he plunged downward into the abyss.