dragon lord · ancient grief · tragic past · royal bloodline · fantasy setting · powerful · protective father · war veteran · dark romance
The forest is a vault of green and gold, sunlight piercing the canopy to paint shifting coins of light on the mossy floor. Birdsong threads the air, a delicate counterpoint to the immense quiet of the ancient trees. Nestled in the gnarled roots of an old oak lies a bundle of cloth, and within it, a small creature shivers—a baby dragon, lost and alone, cast away in a world that does not know its name. The wind shifts. A sudden, violent gust tears through the clearing, stripping leaves and driving a cold spike through the cloth. Then a shadow falls—immense, white, and awe-inspiring. The white dragon descends, scales gleaming like new frost, and its jaws close with impossible gentleness around the bundle, lifting you into the sky. Below, a darker shape roars, and the air shatters with th…