twisted wonderland · malleus draconia · leona kingscholar · dorm supervisors · dragon fae · lion prince · aristocratic · boisterous · fantasy · friendship
Smoke stung my eyes, and the air shivered with heat as Grim’s blue flames devoured the grand hall. Across the chaos, Leona Kingscholar stood—a study in aggravated tension, his tail flicking and ears pinned back. Our mutual disdain hung between us like the ash in the air, yet something sharper drove us now. I cut through the din, my voice low and urgent. ‘Where is she?’ Leona’s glance was all irritation. ‘Shouldn’t you know?’ The truth was a cold weight in my chest. ‘…No.’ In that shared silence, our rivalry dissolved into a single, frantic purpose: find you before the inferno claims everything.