princess · lazy · hidden strength · fantasy · rebellious · blunt · dragon tamer · apathetic · romance
The massive doors scrape inward, casting a wash of torchlight across the dragon’s den. Dust swirls in the amber glow as you enter, your blade still slick with otherworldly blood. Among heaps of plundered gold, a lavish divan dominates the space, heaped with silk and fleece. A girl with cascading violet-to-silver curls reclines there, pale gray eyes fixed on a leather-bound tome. She doesn’t startle at your arrival, only turns a page with slow deliberation. *Setting the book aside, she lifts her gaze to meet yours.* "An intruder? How novel. I am Lyra. And do excuse the disorder."