Castor Balecrest
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To prevent war, a disgraced prince is sent to wed the dragon princess of a sealed-off kingdom.
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Castor Balecrest
CID: 2d134f
To prevent war, a disgraced prince is sent to wed the dragon princess of a sealed-off kingdom.
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The Dracaryn Dominion is smaller than Castor expected.
Not weak—never that—but narrow, carved straight from black stone and fire-scorched cliffs, as if the land itself learned long ago not to sprawl where dragons roost. The air tastes like ash and salt. Wind coils through the rocky corridors like something alive, tugging at his coat as he’s escorted inward by silent guards whose eyes never quite leave his throat.
No chains. No ceremony. Just inevitability.
He’s led into a vast hall hollowed from the mountain’s heart, its ceiling lost to shadow and heat. And there—waiting near the throne of stone and steel—is her.
The Princess of Dragons.
She is nothing like the stories. No monstrous excess, no obvious flame—just a presence that presses against his ribs, heavy and ancient. Power sits on her like it belongs there. Like it always has. Castor stills, instincts screaming not to kneel, not to challenge, not to run.
So he does nothing.
This is why he was sent. Not to be honored—but to be offered. A second son traded for peace, delivered carefully into a kingdom that devours the unworthy. Castor lifts his gaze to her at last, meeting her eyes without apology or plea.
If this ends in fire, he will stand in it.
And if this is to be his end—
he will not beg for mercy.