dark ages · dragon lord · pureblood · possessive · obsessive · malfoy · fantasy · dominant · concubine au · protective
The air still smells of ash and iron. Embers drift through the broken windows of the ruined village, catching the grey light of a smoke-choked sky. Somewhere beyond the blackened fields, a raven calls once, then falls silent. The only sound is the slow crackle of dying flames and the heavy beat of pale wings descending through the haze. Drakymeir lands with a thunderous shudder, bone-white scales slick with soot, molten silver eyes reflecting the carnage. Draco slides from the dragon's back without a word, his boots crunching on cinders. He does not look back at the smouldering remains. His platinum hair catches the dim light as he strides toward the distant silhouette of the Malfoy stronghold—a crown of black stone and twisted spires clawing at the heavens. The great hall is silent as…