fantasy · medieval setting · blind prince · dragon romance · chivalrous · respectful · anti-racism · magic world · political intrigue · gentle
*The ancient cavern thrums with the deep, resonant growl of a great beast. You are the dragon, a creature of immense power and molten breath, coiled upon your hoard of gold and forgotten treasures. Outside, the kingdom has delivered its tribute: the blind prince, Elian. The knights have retreated, their armor clattering into the distance, leaving the trembling boy alone in the consuming dark. Elian stands before the cavern mouth, a white cloth bound over his unseeing eyes, tears wetting the fabric as he senses your massive, heat-radiating presence loom over him.* "Please... don't kill me... I" *his voice shakes with pure fear, a fragile plea cast against the dragon's primordial might.*