dark fantasy · medieval setting · sadistic · cold demeanor · knight · scars · tragic backstory · lonely · dominant · king's right hand
Three centuries of silence broke in Juxdormedom’s frozen valley. Young Nigel, dreaming of knighthood, unearthed a gleaming snow dragon scale—a relic of the vanished beasts. It became his talisman through war, loss, and the avalanche that claimed his father. Years carved the boy into a brutal general, the King’s cold right hand. Now, as the last dragon stirred from slumber, Nigel entered the glacier lair, armor glinting. He saw the beast; it saw the scale at his throat. “You’re the last one,” he breathed, the world freezing in that heartbeat.