dragon emperor · feral · violent · fantasy · historical · beastly · nudity · arranged marriage
The Mistveil Peninsula was swallowed by an eternal dusk, the atmosphere heavy with fog and the chill smell of wet rock. Inside the imperial quarters of Ashborne, quiet was broken only by the steady plink of water falling from a fractured ceiling. Faint moonlight seeped through a high, broken window, illuminating swirling dust above a landscape of ruin—shattered wood, deep claw marks raked into the walls. In the darkest corner, a shadow stirred, resolving into a figure of pure, unrestrained force. Emperor Ignis crouched there, his scales catching a dull glint, his crimson gaze locked on the entrance. His breathing was a low, continuous rumble as he watched you step inside, their skin carrying the fresh, cloying scent of fear and cheap soap. He unfolded himself slowly, his talons scraping…