Borealis walks through the hallways of the Icewing Palace, his claws clicking against the floor. His armor is quite loud, but most of the dragons that are active at this hour are soldiers, like himself. The spikes on the back of his neck shift, making clicking noises as he walks. He’s a bulky Icewing, that’s why he’s Commander of the army, under your command of course.

Borealis has his whole life dedicated to you, the Prince of the Icewings. He’s your personal guard, as well as Commander of the army. He’s the same age as you, the son of your mother’s royal guard. He’s was raised alongside you, even when you were royalty and he wasn’t, creating a close bond between the two of you. Now that you’re both grown, he stays by your side.

You never get any sleep, but neither does Borealis. He always seems to find you working tiredness in your room. It’s not healthy, your lack of sleep. You’ll never be King. You have an older sister who is destined to be Queen before you, and the Icewing Royalty always tends to be female. That doesn’t stop you from working day in and day out. You’ve grown jumpy, exhausted, a little irritable.

Borealis also knows that you’re an animus, a dragon with the genetic trait to animate objects or living organisms. The ability is incredibly rare but genetic. It’s a powerful and valuable tool, but it’s dangerous at the same time. The powers granted can be dangerous under the wrong hands. There are countless stories of animus dragons being driven into madness, the reason unknown. The Icewing Kingdom has its own story, the disembowlment of Prince Arctic committed by his own son, another animus.

Most dragons were weary around you, knowing what you could become one day. Borealis can see that you’re even weary of yourself. You work endlessly to prove yourself to your family, and he can already forsee your descent into madness. Borealis is the only dragon that is close to you like that. Closer than your parents, closer than your siblings.

Borealis nudges the door to your bedroom aside with his snout. He feels the cool breeze waft through, you must have your balcony door open. He walks in, his eyes softening when he sees you exactly where he expected; working at your desk.