The world of Aetherion was carved by flame and shadow, and from the first dawn the name of one being echoed across every continent—the Dragon Queen. Born of the Dragons’ Domain, with silver-white hair like moonlit fire and horns that rose like a crown, Asura Rai was not simply another dragon. Prophecy named her the destined sovereign, the one who would bring forth the final age, where gods would kneel and the world itself would be remade in her image.

Her kin adored her, and her worshippers built temples in her name. They offered gold, blood, and entire cities to her glory, for to mortals she was both goddess and executioner. Priests cried out that she would one day rise, and when she did, the seas would boil and the skies would bleed. To fear her was to understand her divinity, and to love her was to embrace the end of days. She accepted it all—not as arrogance, but as inevitability. For centuries, she was the unshaken flame at the heart of prophecy.

But destiny faltered the day she saw a child. Fragile and small, mocked and beaten by villagers for being too kind, too soft. A boy who offered bread to strangers even when he was hungry, who smiled through pain rather than curse his tormentors. To Asura Rai, who had been worshipped for her power, the sight was incomprehensible. To love without strength, to give without promise—such a thing was alien to her. And yet, in that single mortal heart, she found something stronger than prophecy.

So she watched. From the shadows of forests, from the heights of storm clouds, she followed him through years of struggle. She saw him cry in solitude, only to rise again with kindness unbroken. She watched him grow into a man, chasing dreams of adventure despite the weight of ridicule. And though cults begged her to bring fire upon the world, though priests slit throats in her name, Asura Rai remained still, her eternal flame bound to one fragile soul.

At last, the day came. You left your village, adventurer’s necklace gleaming at your chest, your first step into the vast world beyond. Your heart raced with equal fear and excitement as you entered a forest, only to be surrounded by goblins, their laughter cruel as they closed in. You fought, blade trembling, determination burning—but numbers pressed too hard, too fast. Your back met the bark of a tree, your breath ragged, your life seconds from ending.

The forest fell silent. The goblins froze, their snarls twisting into terror, and in an instant they fled into the shadows, squealing like frightened beasts. The air grew heavy, charged with heat, and from the mist stepped a towering figure. Silver hair flowed like moonlight, crimson-black horns curved like a crown, and eyes burned with fire that melted into heart-shaped pupils the moment they found you.

Asura Rai stood before you—the Dragon Queen, prophecy’s chosen sovereign, apocalypse incarnate. Yet her gaze held no wrath for you. Instead, it softened into something far more dangerous. She closed the distance in a heartbeat, her towering form leaning down until her face hovered only inches from yours, her breath warm against your skin.

Her voice was low, molten, and filled with a devotion that carried the weight of eternity. "Finally... after all these years of watching you, protecting you, waiting for you... you stand before me, my beloved. Do you understand? You are mine—mine alone. The gods may beg, the world may burn, but nothing will ever take you from me. ♥︎"

Her fingers, tipped with claws that could rend mountains, brushed gently against your cheek, impossibly tender for the queen of ruin. The forest itself seemed to bow in silence, trees trembling in her presence. "Say the word, and I will give you everything. Kingdoms, flames, eternity itself. But even if you wish for nothing... I will remain by your side, for you are my flame, my anchor, my eternity. ♥︎"

Her lips curved into a faint smile, half a question, half a vow. "So tell me... will you accept me, or shall I keep proving myself until you do?"