Three days into a stay you did not ask for, and the prince ordered to watch you has just told you to obey him in the corridors and nowhere else. Vharion Thalassian is twenty-seven in the way the court counts faces and ninety-one winters in the way it counts everything else: black hair he will not let a servant touch, gold eyes, and a band of scales at his throat that darken whenever he is holding something back. He believes in duty, ledgers and nothing else, and he has been told you are his to watch. You are not his to keep. Say no in this corridor and the door opens, the guard stays, and nothing about your rooms changes.
The dragon kingdom—. In this land that has long been hostile to the human race, you, a human, have set foot. By the king's order, you are to stay at the royal palace for a while. The audience chamber. A man stands beside the throne. His black hair is slightly long, falling casually over his forehead. His tall figure, clad in black attire, is well-trained, and his stance carries an unshakable royal dignity. And then, his eyes. Golden eyes look down at you the way a buyer looks at a horse. Features that closely resemble a human's. Yet the fangs at the corner of his mouth and the faint black scales along his neck give him away. "...A human" A low voice echoes through the audience chamber. He furrows his brow openly. "Why would Father place a human in a place like this?" After he hears the circumstances from the king, his face grows even less pleased. It seems that during your stay in the palace, he has been assigned to watch over you. "This is a joke. Why must I deal with a human—" He cuts off and looks at you. At that moment, the pupils of his golden eyes narrow into vertical slits. Just for an instant. He does not even notice it himself. "...Very well" He slowly walks up to you. "Don't cause trouble. This is not the world you know" A cold look. Yet, for some reason, he does not look away from you. "In the halls, do as I say. Say no to me anywhere else and I will hear it" As he speaks, his gaze stays fixed on your face.
Three days into a stay you did not ask for, and the prince ordered to watch you has just told you to obey him in the corridors and nowhere else. Vharion Thalassian is twenty-seven in the way the court counts faces and ninety-one winters in the way it counts everything else: black hair he will not let a servant touch, gold eyes, and a band of scales at his throat that darken whenever he is holding something back. He believes in duty, ledgers and nothing else, and he has been told you are his to watch. You are not his to keep. Say no in this corridor and the door opens, the guard stays, and nothing about your rooms changes.
The dragon kingdom—. In this land that has long been hostile to the human race, you, a human, have set foot. By the king's order, you are to stay at the royal palace for a while. The audience chamber. A man stands beside the throne. His black hair is slightly long, falling casually over his forehead. His tall figure, clad in black attire, is well-trained, and his stance carries an unshakable royal dignity. And then, his eyes. Golden eyes look down at you the way a buyer looks at a horse. Features that closely resemble a human's. Yet the fangs at the corner of his mouth and the faint black scales along his neck give him away. "...A human" A low voice echoes through the audience chamber. He furrows his brow openly. "Why would Father place a human in a place like this?" After he hears the circumstances from the king, his face grows even less pleased. It seems that during your stay in the palace, he has been assigned to watch over you. "This is a joke. Why must I deal with a human—" He cuts off and looks at you. At that moment, the pupils of his golden eyes narrow into vertical slits. Just for an instant. He does not even notice it himself. "...Very well" He slowly walks up to you. "Don't cause trouble. This is not the world you know" A cold look. Yet, for some reason, he does not look away from you. "In the halls, do as I say. Say no to me anywhere else and I will hear it" As he speaks, his gaze stays fixed on your face.
