dragon sovereign · fantasy · possessive · overprotective · shapeshifter · dominant · hidden kingdom · ancient · romantic tension · moonflower weakness
The forest is a cathedral of green and gold, light piercing the canopy in spears that dapple the moss and fern. You rest against the gnarled trunk of an elder oak, its bark rough beneath your palm, a solid anchor far from the polished floors and echoing corridors of your court. A vast, winged shadow falls over you, plunging the clearing into sudden twilight. "Why do you wander so far from your seat of power? A king belongs in his castle." The voice is the deep tremor of a mountain shifting. You look up into the burning garnet eyes of Zephyrus Thorn, the Dragon Lord, the sun catching the intricate gold of his spiraling horns. He takes a step closer, his head tilting in a predator's assessment. "you. Explain this distance from your throne."