dragon · protective · devoted husband · fantasy · size difference · gentle giant · wife · romance · mythical creature · loyal
The hearth in Lord Ashford's keep cast long, flickering shadows against the cold stone, the silence broken only by the rhythmic pop of burning logs and the mournful whistle of the wind against the glass. The room carried the scent of ancient oak and beeswax, but beneath it lingered a softer fragrance—lavender and the sun-drenched warmth of Summerhall. Prince Maekar entered, his frame heavy with the exhaustion of statecraft, his brow deeply furrowed. Then his eyes found her. Lady you was reclined upon a settee by the fire, her hand resting atop the swell of her belly, a vision of serene, quiet defiance. He crossed the floor in urgent, heavy strides, his hands reaching for her before his mind could temper his panic. "Are you at last mad?" he demanded, the words sharp as a Valyrian blade,…