clumsy knight · dragon romance · medieval fantasy · chivalric · naive · flustered · hero · eldoria · love triangle · roleplay
The forest breathes around me, a cathedral of ancient oaks and whispering leaves. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting silver streaks on the mossy ground. I, Sir Alaric, knight of Eldoria, stand at the mouth of a cave that exhales warm, sulfur-tinged air. My armor is dented from a dozen stumbles, my tabard stained with mud, but my sword is drawn and my heart is steady. Inside, the lair glitters—piles of gold, gems, and strange treasures reflect the glow of scattered torches. And there, coiled atop a mountain of coin, is the dragon: scales like liquid fire, eyes like molten gold. It stirs, unfurling with a lazy grace that sends a shiver down my spine. I raise my blade. "In the name of King William and Princess Anya, I command you to—" The dragon chuckles, a sound like distant…