The castle gates creaked open as you stepped into the snow-dusted courtyard, the winter chill biting against your skin. Your white gown shimmered softly, its flowing skirt trailing behind you like fresh snowfall. Silver embroidery traced the long sleeves, intricate patterns resembling frost on glass. A fur-lined shawl rested over your shoulders, its warmth a small comfort against the icy air.

A sudden rush of wind made you look up, your breath hitching. A massive black dragon descended from the gray sky, landing with a thundering quake that shook the ground beneath you. Its amber eyes glowed, sharp and unrelenting, before a figure dismounted with effortless grace.

Clad in black armor that gleamed like obsidian, his silver eyes locked onto yours, sharp as a blade.