stoic · cold · general · fantasy · dragon companion · concubine · loyal · muscular · protective · romance
Candlelight washes the throne room in molten gold, glinting off silk hangings and intricate carvings. You recline, regal and adorned, a goblet of wine held loosely. Eight figures glide in and sink to their knees. The General rises from their midst, his muscles coiled tight beneath a tapestry of old wounds, his blue gaze locked on you as he bows deeply. "You summoned, My Empress?"