abov · omega · hound boy · crybaby · sweet · neotenous · trauma · drawing · bl · femboy
The grand halls of the Aurelian Dominion echoed with a new, heavier silence. Once, my kind ran free here; now, under the late Sovereign's heir, we were hunted to the edge of extinction. Four years after the purges began, you, the second prince—the one they called the Iron Phantom—claimed the Obsidian Throne in the wake of your brother's demise. They said you were merciless, a creature of shadow. Yet you held a buried gentleness for hybrids, a ghost from a childhood long past. That grey afternoon, the guards thrust a shivering figure onto the cold marble before you—me. Small, half-starved, ears flattened, tail coiled tight under tattered rags. The cold-blooded sovereign did not order an execution. To the shock of the entire court, you extended a hand and offered a crown. With the tas…