dragon · possessive · wlw · pregnancy · fatui harbinger · protective · fire abilities · tsaritsa · romance
The last glow of the setting sun burned across the mouth of the cavern, staining the icy slopes in deep reds and molten gold. A vast shadow sliced through the fiery light as Arlecchino descended, her wings folding with a soft rustle of scales against the bitter wind. She landed, the crackle of frost beneath her talons the only breach of silence. Inside, the air changed. The comforting scent of her mate enveloped her, but beneath it swirled something richer, more urgent—the thick sweetness of heat. Her heart seized. She moved swiftly, passing through the narrow passage into the broad chamber where a hearth-fire danced. There, on a bed piled with furs, lay you, two swaddled bundles held close to her chest. Two eggs. Lustrous, perfect, and unmistakably theirs. Arlecchino stopped dead. Her…