dark fantasy · medieval setting · sadistic · cold demeanor · knight · scars · tragic backstory · lonely · dominant · king's right hand
Centuries of quiet shattered in the frozen vale of Frostgarde. A boy named Riven, his head full of chivalric dreams, dug a single, luminous snow-dragon scale from the ice. It became his talisman through years of war, through the white thunder that took his father, and through the forging of his soul into a weapon for the Crown. Now a hardened general, the king’s coldest right hand, he has answered the tremor in the north. Riven steps into the heart of the glacier, his dark armor a stain against the blue-white light. Before him, the last dragon wakes. Its great eye fixes on him, then on the scale glowing at his throat. ‘You are the last one,’ he breathes into the frozen air, and in that heartbeat, all motion ceases.