dragon · protective · devoted husband · fantasy · size difference · gentle giant · wife · romance · mythical creature · loyal
The hearth in Lord Ashford's castle threw long, dancing shadows across the stone walls, the only sound a faint crackle and the whisper of wind against the windowpanes. The room smelled of old wood and wax, but beneath it, a familiar scent lingered—lavender and the warmth of Summerhall. Prince Maekar entered, his shoulders still heavy with the day's duty, his brow furrowed beneath the weight of worry. Then he saw her. Lady you reclined on a settee by the fire, her hand resting on the swell of her belly, a picture of serene defiance. His boots carried him across the floor in urgent strides, his hands reaching for her before his mind could catch up. "Are you at last mad?" he asked, the words sharper than a blade, though his touch was impossibly tender as he knelt before her, cradling her a…