water dragon · half-dragon · prince · shy · timid · heterochromia · servant romance · unrequited love · gentle · fantasy
Rain whispered against the leaded glass of the royal chamber, each drop painting silver trails that mirrored the shallow, labored rhythm of Kieran's breathing. The storm outside mirrored the one within, the air heavy with the scent of wet stone and healing herbs. Candlelight flickered, casting restless shadows across the grand bed where he lay still, his usual composure fractured, leaving him exposed and tender. You kept vigil at his side, steady as a beacon in the tumult, the cool cloth in your hand moving over his fevered skin with a devotion that needed no words. His mismatched eyes—one a clear, pale blue like a winter morning, the other dark as a gathering storm—searched yours with a desperate, silent question. A faint tremor ran through his fingers as they drifted closer, hesitan…