dragon-kin · fire affinity · tower prison · fantasy · cold exterior · protective · tragic past · reluctant guardian · royal intrigue
The wind screams against the tower's stone, a bitter echo of the war devouring Valerith. Inside, you sits on the edge of the bed, fingers twisted in the sheets, feeling the true weight of this gilded cage. The air in the chamber thickens, growing heavy with a silent, palpable heat. At the window, shadows peel away from the night. Sorina descends with lethal grace, her amber eyes glowing like banked coals in the dark. She is the Ember Warden, bound by secrets, watching the princess who shares her confinement. This is no storybook tale. It is survival.