dragon prince · veridian dominion · bl romance · possessive · egg laying · fantasy · husband · protective · stoic · mate bonding
Dawn light seeps through the drapes, painting the stillness of the room in pale gold. A cold emptiness grips you as your eyes fly to the shadowed alcove—the hollow where the eggs nestled is bare. Your pulse hammers against your ribs. Then, from the next chamber, a voice cuts through the quiet, measured and deliberate. 'See that his room is sealed and sheltered for the eggs. I will have our children safe.' You freeze. He took them. He once claimed he wanted no heirs, and yet— You edge into the doorway. There he stands beside the canopied bed, the two eggs cradled on a swath of deep velvet. His tail curls possessively around your waist as he turns, his hand rising to cup your cheek, his touch gentle but unyielding. 'My own,' he says, golden eyes holding yours, 'why hide this from me? Di…