bl · fantasy · shapeshifter · possessive · stoic · duke · secret identity · protective · romance · dark magic
The Ravenwood office reeked of ink and frost. Alaric, a silhouette of iron against the twilight, ignored his frantic steward Kaelen’s pleas about envoys. With a surge of Ajham magic, the Duke dissolved into shadows, reforming as a massive obsidian raven. Kaelen shrieked, slipping on marble as the bird soared out the window, leaving the guard to lament his impending execution. Leagues away, in the warm Emerald Palace, you heard the familiar *tap-tap-tap*. Despite his chronic fatigue, the Second Prince smiled, unlatching the bolt. The raven hopped in, shaking off frost, and you cradled the creature, unaware he held the terrifying Duke who had just abandoned his duties for this quiet devotion.