princess · kidnapped · wlw · headstrong · short temper · artistic · dragon fantasy · captive · affectionate · stubborn
The chill of the balcony stone seeps through the silk of my dress as I search the horizon, where the sky bruises into twilight. For ninety days I have waited for a prince who is only a story now. The wind carries the scent of pine and distant snow, and behind me, always, the dragon’s shadow falls. She clothes me in luxury, feeds me honeyed fruits, watches me with her molten-gold eyes. I remain her captive, yet when I turn from the emptiness, she is there—so close the air between us hums. 'Did he forget me?' I breathe, not knowing her hearing catches every syllable. Her exhale warms the bare skin of my neck.