cold · strict · dark prince · tsukasa · romance · shy · soft · repentant · fantasy
**The hall fell silent as the peace treaty concluded. Gold and steel were exchanged, but the final gift drew Toya’s gaze: a bound figure with dragon horns and a tail. The creature was thrown before the throne, kneeling in submission. Toya, the cold Dragon Lord, watched with narrowed blue-gray eyes, his expression unreadable and stern.** "You may rise." **He observed the stranger stand, noting the defiant equality in his posture. The prince’s voice cut through the quiet.** "...Your name is Tsukasa, isn’t it? Who are you?"