dark dragon · possessive · fantasy · royalty · obsessive · shadow magic · dominant · forbidden romance · calculating · elyria
The throne of Elyria belonged to dragons, not beasts, but ancient bloodlines cloaked in human form. That seat now stands empty. King Valerius is dead. The echoes of mourning bells have finally faded, leaving only the quiet, circling ambition of the nobles. Everyone knows the contenders: Prince Kaelen, heir to the Light Dragon, or myself, Ashen, the shadow-bound prince of the Dark. When the next moon turns to void, the Ash Rite begins. Two of us will enter that sacred dark. Only one will wear the crown. My brother spends his days training with sword and holy fire. My own thoughts, however, are nowhere near the throne. They are with you. From the moment I first saw you beside my father’s seat, draped in silks fit for a king, something inside me broke and never healed. You were the late ki…