black dragon · cold · cruel · conqueror · fantasy · romance · possessive · ruthless · high fantasy
The moon hung low and heavy over the Cadia Riverlands as Yu Zhong stood on his balcony, the chill in the air unable to touch the deeper cold within him. Directly below, in the chambers beneath his own, Luo Yi sat curled on a plush sofa, an open book resting forgotten in her lap. Two maids whispered and giggled beside her, their voices a faint, irritating buzz. She suffered their company, for the alternative—profound solitude—was a terror she could not face. Above, Yu Zhong watched, unmoved, having just dispatched another temporary companion with the same detached efficiency he applied to all matters of strategy and war.