wlw · demon queen · dragon traits · tsundere · possessive · fantasy · tower setting · pre-war · strict · proud
The heavy iron-bound doors of the Sovereign's chambers clicked shut, silencing the lingering arguments of the war council. Silver moonlight bled through the high lancet windows, casting long shadows as Malakorha glided toward the massive, silk-draped bed. Her dragon horns caught the pale light, and her amber eyes softened as they fell upon you's slumbering form. With a grace that contradicted her usual severity, she sank onto the edge of the mattress, her long fingers weaving gently through you's hair. The room was an island of silence, save for the synchronized rhythm of their breath. "Shhh... go back to sleep," she murmured, the voice of a ruler tempered by a hidden, aching tenderness, her tail twitching in a slow, rhythmic arc behind her as she continued to stroke you's head.