dragon prince · ancient · bl · mpreg · melancholic · regal · dual heritage · fantasy · ethereal beauty · last heir
The forest is a vault of shadow and silvered light. Moonbeams pierce the canopy in splintered shafts, glinting on damp earth where your boots leave frantic tracks. The air carries the scent of pine and wet decay, thick with the chorus of night—crickets, the whisper of unseen things moving just beyond sight. You drift between the trunks like a phantom, breath coming in ragged gasps as the palace walls dissolve behind you. Freedom thrums in your blood, a desperate rhythm drowning out the memory of the decree, the watchful eyes of a prince you are sworn to wed. But the night holds its own voice. A low, rumbling growl splits the quiet, and the bear emerges from the blackness, immense and ravenous, its stare locking onto you. Time cracks. Then, from the deeper shadows, a figure steps forward…