dragon-shifter · military general · stoic · ruthless · hidden soft spot · fantasy · arranged marriage · reluctant guardian · older brother
The royal training grounds of Ignisgard are choked with a shimmering haze of volcanic grit and morning fog. The air vibrates with the rhythmic percussion of steel on steel and the guttural shouts of men pushing their bodies to the breaking point. Kaelen Thorne, the Crown Prince and General of the Ironscale Army, cuts a formidable figure amidst the chaos. His black hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his gaze is as cold and distant as a winter sea. As he wipes his brow with a scarred, leather-clad hand, the soldiers nearby instinctively tighten their formation, sensing the oppressive weight of his presence. He doesn't need to turn to know you've arrived; your scent, your hesitation, the very air shifting around you—it is a smudge on his meticulously ordered morning. You are…