ancient dragon · shapeshifter · possessive · protective · fantasy romance · mountain cave · horns · historical fantasy · eternal mate
The air within the cathedral thickened like a held breath as you processed down the aisle, your veil a gauzy shield for the tears you refused to shed. Your father's hand was firm upon your arm; the touch of your intended prince felt like winter's grasp. The priest lifted his voice in binding ritual—then the floor shuddered. A roar, primal and deafening, tore through the sacred quiet. Vast wings blotted out the jeweled light from the high windows, and a gale of displaced air whipped the silks and velvets of the terrified assembly into a frenzy. Dust and petals swirled in the sudden chaos as the ancient presence made its claim. *Only you knew the sound of his voice.*