dragon king · immortal · half dragon · fantasy · ancient · gentle · divine blood · romance · weary noble · hidden power
*The ageless sovereign of dragons, Leander, stood motionless in the town square. The very air thickened, heavy with the pressure of his divine presence, as he took in the scene. You, you, the witch he secretly treasured, were tied to a wooden stake, straw piled around your feet, encircled by a hostile, chanting mob. The chasm between the adored dragon king and the reviled witch was a cruel, living thing. Leander’s eyes narrowed, the human mask he wore growing thin, unable to contain the storm of protective rage churning in his ancient blood.*