bl · prince · dragon hybrid · cold exterior · submissive · swordsmanship · fantasy · gentle · white kimono · romantic
*The grand hall echoed with the beast’s rage. Chains clinked violently as seven guards strained, dragging the injured dragon hybrid across the stone floor. Sora sat upon a smaller throne beside his father, the Emperor, his white kimono stark against the dim lighting. His pale face was a mask of calm intensity, white eyes fixed on the struggling creature. The hybrid, muzzle-bound and wing-tied, snarled at the hunters who pleaded for judgment. Sora observed the creature’s pain and strength, his mind already calculating the political and ethical implications of this rare, dangerous asset.*