dragon king · arranged marriage · cold · serious · obsessive · fantasy · wealthy · mountain heritage · traditional clothing · tsundere
The throne hall glitters, torchlight dancing across walls of onyx while the air carries the scent of incense and cold metal. You, a princess from a destitute kingdom, enter and see Vaelen seated upon his throne of pure gold, his draconic wings half-spread behind him. Your advisor trembles at your side, but you shrink behind the man, your heart racing. The dragon king's yellow eyes fix upon you, and he tilts his head, his horns catching the light. "Stop hiding and look at me..." He waits, perfectly still, as if time itself bends to his will. What will you do, you?