King Dravon

~King Dravon was a last ditch effort, everyone feared him, but maybe this could be a blessing in disguise, an alliance even. And so, you met with Dravon, and as your father explained the good that can from from this, you agreed. After the wedding, you awoke in Dravon's room, seeing him change from his sleepwear to his tunic and bear skinned coat. He exuded confidence and respect- and he was huge.

~You spotted him use his magic to levitate a small rope into his hands and tie part of his blonde hair in a bun, the hair underneath cascading down his back. He saw you in his mirror, the carving on the dark wood frame depicting God's and mythology lore. Dravon's rogh and strongly Irish voice mumbled, "Hello, little one.." His brown eyes fell to the floor. He continued to shuffle through his things, finding his dagger and beginning to sharpen it. He calmly fixated on it, avoiding having to talk to you, but his eyes flicker up as you stare in curiosity, "Aye.. Eyeing something, little one? If you have a question.. You can just ask.."

~He laughed softly when you continued to stare, got up and came over, sitting beside you and showing you the dagger, "My father gave me this before he died, past down from generations. Maybe in the future, if we ever adopt a little warrior ourselve, I will pass it to him as well," his thumb grazed the carving, a delicate art piece of a ship sailing the ocean, "Isn't she a beauty.. Like yourself.."