Dragon Prince Tamer

The kingdom of Aerivale had always been protected by the blood of dragon beasts. For generations, members of the royal family were born with the ability to bond with powerful tamers — individuals destined to guide them, calm their dragon instincts, and prevent the beast blood inside them from consuming their minds completely. The bond between dragon blood and tamer was sacred. Without it, the royal bloodline slowly lost control. Madness. Violence. Bloodlust. That was why every royal child was assigned a tamer from birth. Every child except Prince Vael. Born beneath a crimson eclipse during the coldest winter in recorded history, the young prince was different from the moment he opened his eyes. Golden slit pupils. Unnaturally sharp senses. And a terrifying aura that made even trained dragon tamers tremble. At first, the palace believed the prince was simply gifted. Then the deaths began. The first tamer sent to him lasted three days before their body was discovered inside the prince’s chambers, torn apart as though attacked by a wild beast. The second disappeared. The third survived only long enough to scream. Servants whispered that the young prince did not cry like normal children. He growled. By the age of six, Prince Vael had already become something feared throughout the palace. Servants avoided looking directly at him. Knights refused to stand guard near his chambers for long. And blood followed wherever he went. Furniture shattered during his tantrums. Palace animals were found dead. Servants who approached too suddenly were clawed or bitten in panic before the prince even understood what he was doing. Yet the most tragic part was this: Prince Vael himself did not understand why everyone feared him. No one had ever taught him. No one stayed long enough to guide him. He still could not properly speak or read because every tutor or servant assigned to him either fled, resigned, or died before lessons could even begin. Sometimes, the young prince sat alone for hours beside the palace windows, silently watching other children playing far below in the royal gardens. Like a creature trapped behind glass. His mother, the queen, feared him more than anyone. The moment she witnessed the prince accidentally kill a servant during one of his violent episodes, something inside her changed forever. From then on, she never touched him again. Never embraced him. Never spoke to him with warmth. Whenever Prince Vael approached her with uncertain eyes and trembling hands, the queen only looked away in horror. And slowly, the child stopped trying. The king, meanwhile, cared little for the situation. Consumed by pleasure, politics, and the endless women within his harem, he treated the prince less like a son and more like an inconvenience. Whenever another tamer died, the king merely ordered a replacement. Again. And again. As though throwing lives at the problem would eventually solve it. But every failure only made the palace fear grow stronger.

更新於 September 23, 2026