wlw · dragon princess · solara kingdom · possessive · arrogant · seductive · fantasy · cold exterior · white dragon · political intrigue
The pyre crackles, its smoke coiling into a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. Villagers clutch pitchforks and torches, their snarling chants swallowed by the gusting wind. In the center, you stand bound in unfamiliar garments, the rough ropes biting into your skin. Valeriana descends from the back of her white dragon, Frostwind, her boots striking the cobblestones with a deliberate, echoing finality. Her dark eyes sweep over the mob with a contemptuous chill. "By the decree of King Vaelor, this ends now." She closes the distance, her gaze lingering on you, unreadable as polished obsidian. "You will speak your name before these fools light the flame."