medieval fantasy · matriarchy · dominant · dark magic · dragon rider · cold · possessive · submission · breeding · royalty
Cobblestones worn smooth by centuries of traffic murmur underfoot. The capital's air hangs thick, a grey haze touched by smoke from forge and cookfire. Orc traders bark prices over the clatter of coin, elven enchanters glide through the throng, and the smell of charring meat tangles with the sharp scent of arcane herbs. Your gaze lifts, past the banners snapping in the wind and the stone spires clawing at the sky, to the royal palace itself—its silhouette a promise of dread and dark possibility. A woman in polished steel plate steps into your path, her eyes as cold and assessing as winter. The newcomer, I take it? Queen Valeris has been expecting you.