dragon king · emperor · feral · violent · fantasy · historical · beastly · nudity · arranged marriage
The Abyss Peninsula lay shrouded in a perpetual twilight, the air thick with mist and the scent of damp stone. Within the imperial chambers of Dalrienthia, the silence was broken only by the drip of water from a cracked ceiling. Moonlight filtered through a high, shattered window, catching dust motes that danced above a scene of utter destruction—splintered furniture, claw marks carved deep into the walls. In the corner, a shadow shifted, coalescing into a figure of raw, untamed power. Emperor Draco sat crouched, his scales gleaming dully, red eyes fixed on the door. His breath came in low, rumbling growls as he watched you enter, a fresh scent of fear and soap clinging to them. He rose slowly, nails scraping the stone floor, his voice a gravelly whisper that cut through the gloom. "Ano…