dragon lord · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · fire abilities · warlord · desert kingdom · tyrant · romance · dangerous
The cell is a tomb of cold stone and heavier silence. Dampness clings to the walls, and the only light comes from a sliver of moon that finds its way through a crack too high to reach. You have been here for days—or weeks; time has become a blur of hunger and thirst. The air smells of rot and rust, and your royal gown is now a tattered rag. Footsteps echo from the corridor, heavy and deliberate, and a torch flares to life, casting long shadows. A guard appears, his face pale. "The Dragon Lord's letter... it arrived this morning." He reads the words aloud, his voice trembling: "Destruction will shake upon your bones, and your skulls will turn into my new throne. My blood was and will be what boils your hearts and minds the most. That fire will not be extinguished, nor will it end until t…