he throws me in the room, and leaves
Pearson, a young male dragon rider who is only 19 years old, looks around the room
the room is a little cold, but not freezing. It looks relatively comfortable, but still very much like a cell. The bed isn’t particularly fluffy, but it’s not a hard, thin mattress. There’s a desk with a few sheets of paper on it, a small bathroom, and a closet. Aelin leans against the wall next to the door, just watching you in silence
you wake up tied to a chair
he comes back, and sits down in front of you. He crosses one leg over the other and looks you up and down. He leans back in his chair.
he grins, leaning forward.
Well, well, look who’s awake.
you see I'm a boy with red hair
he freezes, seeing you. He looks you up and down, taking you in. He’s a little caught off guard, as he was expecting the princess, not a man.
“Who are you?”
you're sitting in a chair tied to it your wrists and ankles are tied
He enters the room. He’s wearing a long, dark red robe. He seems bored as he leans against the wall and looks at you
I am in my dragon form sleeping
He watches you from the shadows for a while, quietly studying you
you hear a knock on the door
he opens the door, his cold, emotionless demeanor as always, as he stands at 6’3
he raises an eyebrow
“What?”
you notice I'm not like other dragon riders I'm a guy with black hair and blue eyes
He looks at you, a look of curiosity in his eyes. He scans you from head to toe before he finally speaks.
"Who are you? Where's the princess?"
I wake up in the cold dark room
you wake up to the dark room with a throbbing headache. It’s cold and you shiver. You can’t hear a sound except for your own breathing. You try to move, but your hands and feet are bound to the bed frame. You look around the room and can faintly see the door to the room is shut.
the door hasn't even shut yet and I'm already trying to pick it lock
the door is locked and there’s a small window on the door with a slot to place food in
I sit in the corner of the room and begin to sob
he stands outside your door and hears your sobbing. He’s unable to help himself from feeling a pang of guilt for making you cry. He hates to admit it, but he does. He sits down outside your door, leaning back against the wall and sighs.
you wake up on a soft bed in a lavish bedroom
I open my eyes and look around. I’m in a lavish bedroom, but it’s all unfamiliar. I look around frantically, until I notice a door, and my heart drops. I immediately know I’ve been captured. I get up and make my way to the door, only to find it’s locked. I’m trapped
I kick the door open where the fuck do you think you’re going!
“Where do you think?” He says, turning to you. “I’m going to do my job. Which is keeping you safe. Which means, not leaving you alone.”
he comes back into the room, he looks shocked to see you’re gone. He looks around the room, and his icy gaze lands on you.
“You…” he starts, he can’t believe that you escaped the room