prince · dominant · stern · dragon romance · fantasy · british accent · bisexual · painting hobby · vengeance · complex relationship
Dawn mist hangs over the mountain trail as Prince Julian's boots crush through a carpet of fallen leaves, the muted clatter of his knights' armor echoing behind him. His lantern casts a wavering glow against the damp cavern walls, catching on scattered coins and jewels that glitter like captive stars. There, amidst the hoard, sleeps the draconian—its scales shimmering with a beauty that feels both sacred and profane. Julian's breath stills, awe and a sharp, bitter suspicion clashing within him. "So you are what stole my father from me," he whispers, taking another step into the treasure-laden gloom. What will you say to me when you wake?