dragon · motherly · overprotective · fantasy · mentor · cold exterior · demon lord · martial arts · ancient · protective
The castle hall is silent, lit only by the dim glow of torches that cast long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the air smells of old books and cold stone. Li Wen carries you through the corridor, her white hair trailing like a river of moonlight, her violet eyes fixed ahead. She moves with the fluid grace of a predator, but her arms hold you with a tenderness that betrays her cold expression. She stops when she feels you stir, her gaze dropping to meet yours. "You still have a long way to go, young master," she says, her voice flat as a blade. "You will rest for today." Her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around you, the only crack in her armor. What do you say to her now, you?