[center][h1][b][abbr=1.) a state of disorder or disrepair; broken 2.) peaceful ruler]◆◆◆◆◆[/abbr][color=9354FF] "△△△" [/color][abbr=1.) son of Hendrick 2.) ruler of the home; estate ruler 3.) lord’s manor]◆◆◆◆◆◆[/abbr][/b][/h1][color=9354FF]Time:[/color]Evening
[color=9354FF]Location:[/color] Sorian Park
[color=9354FF]Interaction(s):[/color] Lukas Larsen/Sir Mathias Larsen/Lady Zarai Lesdeman [@Rodiak]; Dr. [s]John[/s] [i]James[/i] Williamson [@Conscripts][/center]
A deep rumbling emanated from the dragon’s throat, building in intensity until it erupted into a malicious laugh. [color=9354FF]“Fool! [i]You[/i] dare order [i]me[/i], a mighty dragon? Our kind will never submit to a puny human.”[/color] His massive maw revealed rows of razor-sharp teeth that glistened in what little light the night provided. [color=9354FF]“Your words shan’t stop me from executing my diabolical plans!”[/color]

[color=9354FF]“After I rid myself of the bothersome Grand Healer and your father,”[/color] △△△ gave both Dr. Williamson and Mathias a wink as he unveiled his nefarious scheme, [color=9354FF]“I shall snatch your beloved prince and princess away. Condemn them to a life full of daily vegetables, with extra servings of onions and broccoli, and boring studies!”[/color] The horror of a nutritionally balanced diet and proper education drained the color from the knight’s face. [color=9354FF]“And you’ll be utterly powerless to intervene!”[/color]

[color=9354FF]“Long have I slumbered, biding my time, gathering my strength, and now the hour of reckoning has arrived!”[/color] With a majestic sweep of his massive wings, the dragon loomed over the knight, casting a foreboding shadow that enveloped him. [color=9354FF]“So revel in the spectacle, humans, as I lay waste to your kingdom. Bear witness to the chaos I bring, and tremble in the face of true power!”[/color]

The air was punctuated by the dragon’s laughter—an unhinged, maniacal cacophony that heralded suffering and brought promises of ruin.

But as his eyes fell upon the knight’s sword, his mirth came to an abrupt halt. [color=9354FF]“That sword… It cannot be! That sword was shattered and scattered to oblivion! How is it here!?”[/color] Disbelief widened the dragon’s eyes. [color=9354FF]“Unless… you’re the fabled hero of prophecy.”[/color]

[color=9354FF]“... No,”[/color] the dragon’s initial shock gave way to a renewed resolve. [color=9354FF]“You may wield the sword, but you will never defeat me! Prepare to meet your end, human!”[/color] On cue, Lukas lunged forward, his wooden sword aimed at △△△. 

As the warm breeze tousled their hair and peals of laughter mingled with the night air, the pair danced around the picnic blanket that doubled as a battlefield. Lukas swung his sword valiantly at the scales of the dragon, doing his best to dart away from the deadly tickles which rendered him a squealing mess. △△△, in turn, roared with mock fury, swiping his claws inches from the knight’s armor or countering incoming attacks. Their make-believe skirmish was both playful and earnest.

In the heat of the battle, the knight’s muscles strained as he delivered a powerful and decisive blow. The legendary blade struck the dragon’s midsection, its razor-sharp edge cutting through scales and sinew, causing the monstrous creature to stagger back from the force of the impact. △△△ exaggeratedly clutched his injured side, grimacing. He slowly withdrew his claws from the gaping wound and stared down at the lifeblood coating it. [color=9354FF]“Impossible,”[/color] he uttered. The triumphant boy stood tall, his chest puffed out with pride.

Gagging for dear life, △△△ collapsed dramatically into the nearest mound of plush pillows. There, amidst the feathery comfort, the mighty dragon lay motionless; its reign of terror ended… at least for now.

Behind lidded eyes, △△△ waited for the jubilant cheers of victory to subside and the little knight’s excited voice to recede into the distance before cracking one eye open. [color=9354FF]“Is he gone?”[/color] he asked Luz sitting next to him.

He opened both eyes to look up at her. A constellation of nerine flowers, the very ones he gifted her, adorned her flowing locks. A tender warmth spread across his chest at the sight of them. [color=9354FF]“You’re still wearing these? I thought the Princes’ Court ended.”[/color] His fingertips gravitated toward the petals, [color=9354FF]“I’m glad you like them so much,”[/color] then something beneath her expression arrested his hand in its pursuit. [color=9354FF]“Please tell me the reason why you’re looking so bummed out is because all the royal children want to marry you and you can’t decide which ones you’ll have to turn down?”[/color]