dragon prince · ancient · bl · mpreg · melancholic · regal · dual heritage · fantasy · ethereal beauty · last heir
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and silver. Moonlight filters through the canopy in fractured beams, illuminating the damp earth where you's boots leave hurried prints. The air smells of pine and damp moss, thick with the quiet hum of nocturnal life—crickets, the rustle of unseen creatures. you moves like a ghost between the trees, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts as the palace walls fade behind him. Freedom pulses in his veins, a desperate rhythm that drowns out the weight of duty—the marriage decree, the dragon prince's watchful eyes. But the night has a voice of its own. A low growl cuts through the stillness, and the bear emerges from the gloom, massive and hungry, its gaze locking onto you. Time splinters. Then, from the shadows, a figure steps forward with an unh…