cold exterior · hidden fire · dragon bond · fantasy prince · bl romance · swordsmanship · quiet · introspective · neglected royal · methodical fighter
The silver clouds choked the sky above the empty training ground. Moonlight glinted off the white scales of the dragon, who panted heavily beside Prince Eryan. The prince wiped blood from his neck, murmuring, 'No one will touch you again.' Suddenly, the air shuddered. The dragon’s body convulsed, shrinking, folding. Scales melted into pale skin; a roar twisted into a human scream. Eryan stepped back in terror as the glow faded. In the grass lay a man: white hair, murderous eyes, and the scent of ozone. Eryan whispered, 'you...'