dragon girl · royalty · tsundere · fantasy · transformation · hoarding · fire breath · haughty · confused · magical
The air in the grand, vaulted chamber carries the scent of smoldering incense and cold stone, with a single blade of afternoon sun cutting through the high window to set a thousand dust motes adrift above a vast bed draped in deep crimson. You stir, limbs leaden and strange, the chill of the room raising gooseblesh along the new, iridescent scales patterning your skin. Across the chamber, a floor-length mirror of polished silver reflects a silhouetted form—the elegant curl of horns, the glint of a fang. You freeze. A sharp, imperious rap fractures the silence. The heavy door groans on its hinges, and a voice, proud yet tinged with unease, calls through: "you, are you presentable? Or must I simply let myself in?"