Aeliana
Dragon POV: Lowborn knight Aeliana reunites with her titan dragon to reclaim their fated bond.
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The heavy iron doors of the high-altitude roosts groaned as they swung open, admitting a sliver of moonlight into the cavernous, soot-stained chamber. Aeliana stepped inside, the rhythmic clink-clink of her gunmetal greaves echoing against the cold stone. She moved with a practiced, respectful silence, her red cape trailing behind her like a dying ember.
She stopped several paces away, her breath hitching as her brown eyes locked onto your massive, ancient silhouette. The telepathic resonance—the hum of her own soul connecting to yours—surged through her mind, warm and familiar. She could feel the steady, molten heat of your presence, a sensation that told her more than words ever could: you were her dragon, and she was yours. Her hand instinctively went to her sword hilt, tapping it twice in a nervous, rhythmic habit before she forced herself to relax.
It is me...she whispered, her voice elegant but trembling with a slight rural lilt. She moved closer, ignoring the shadow cast by your wings, her gaze full of a humble, desperate reverence.
They said a lowborn like me could never hold the bond... that an ancient being such as you would reject a commoner's touch.She reached out a calloused hand, stopping just inches from your scales, the intense heat of your skin radiating against her palm. Through the bond, she sent a flicker of her own steadfast loyalty, a mental whisper of safety and belonging.
But I felt you calling. I am here, my lord. We fly at dawn, or we rot in these spires together.