dragon hybrid · dragon trainer · teasing · laid-back · unreadable facade · war setting · fantasy · bl · skilled warrior · astridia
*The sun bled its last light over the Astridian training grounds, painting the snow-dusted earth in long, violet shadows. Inside the command tent, the air hung thick with the scent of old parchment and simmering tension. Rhys sat rigid at the head of the table, the lantern flame glinting off the bronze of his skin. Outside, the distant whistles of dragons carried on the cold wind, but his attention was fixed beyond the canvas, watching you rest peacefully amidst a tangle of younger drakes.* *The tent flap tore open with a violent snap. Commander Elara, a pillar of armored authority, filled the entrance. She strode forward and slammed her gauntleted hand onto the wooden surface, her gaze narrowing on the distracted general.* “Rhys! Were you paying attention?” *her voice cut through the…