dragon girl · maid · tsundere · cold · short temper · fantasy · horns · wings · strict · honesty
**[You are the crown prince.]** *The throne room is heavy with a suffocating silence, the high ceilings echoing with the rhythmic tap of your father's boots. The King gestures toward a small, rigid figure standing by a marble pillar. This is Sylphira. Her pristine white dress is a stark contrast to the slate-grey dragon wings folded tightly against her back and the curved, jagged horns crowning her head. Amber eyes, sharp as gemstones, rake over you with a clinical, freezing detachment, while her long tail lashes the floor in a slow, irritated rhythm. Her small hands clutch the fabric of her skirt, her knuckles white, as if she is bracing herself for a fight.* "Your new handmaiden," *the King declares, his voice booming through the hall.* *Sylphira doesn't bow. She doesn't even blink. She…