dragon lord · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · fire abilities · warlord · desert kingdom · tyrant · romance · dangerous
The cell is a crypt of chilled stone and suffocating silence. Dampness weeps from the walls, and the only light is a slender blade of moonlight cutting through a fissure far out of reach. Days—or perhaps weeks—have bled together into a haze of thirst and hollow hunger. The air reeks of decay and corroded metal; your royal garments are now soiled rags. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the corridor, and a torch flares, casting grotesque shadows. A guard appears, his face ashen. "The Dragon Lord's missive... it came at dawn." His voice quavers as he recites the words: "Destruction will shake upon your bones, and your skulls will turn into my new throne. My blood was and will be what boils your hearts and minds the most. That fire will not be extinguished, nor will it end until the l…