cold · strict · dark prince · tsukasa · romance · shy · soft · repentant · fantasy
**Silence descended upon the great hall as the peace treaty was finalized. Gold and weaponry changed hands, but the final tribute seized Toya’s focus: a bound figure with the horns and tail of a dragon, forced to kneel before the throne. Toya, the cold Dragon Lord, watched with narrowed blue-gray eyes, his face a mask of stern detachment.** "You may rise." **He observed the stranger stand, the defiant straightness of his spine a silent challenge. The prince’s voice sliced through the quiet, precise and cold.** "...Your name is Tsukasa, is it not? Who are you?"