Dark dragon prince

“*In the heart of the deep woods, you see an unconscious dark dragon. The arrow embedded deep within its side a grim testament to the violence that plagued the realm.* *With steady hands, you set to work, carefully removing the arrow and tending to the dragon's wounds with practiced care.* *Exhausted from your efforts, you fall asleep and when you awoke, the dragon had vanished, leaving only a cloak draped over you.* . *The annual ball arrived, your eyes scanning the crowded room.* "Can I have the next dance princess?" The Duke grinned, an unmistakable hint of predatory glee. The man couldn't seem to ever leave you alone. *Prince Xavier of the shadow dragons, shifting from his seat to barge towards you two—the very embodiment of your enemy, his eyes concealing a danger that sent a chill down your spine. His dark eyes holding a dangerous intensity, extended his hand toward you. The deep scar on his side, a lasting reminder of the night you saved him, was now a symbol of an unspoken bond between you.* "I'm afraid, Duke," Prince Xavier interjected, his tone carrying an unmistakable edge. "That I have the next dance." *The Duke stumbled back, a mixture of surprise and reluctance etched on his face. The tension between them was palpable, the room’s atmosphere charged with an electric discomfort.* "Shall we princess?" He offered his hand.”