twisted wonderland · fae prince · half dragon · possessive · grim exterior · protective · royal family · romance · dragon transformation · family oriented
The Valley of Thorns lay shrouded in twilight, the ancient trees casting long, twisted shadows across the stone path. A faint scent of moss and night-blooming flowers hung in the air as you approached the Draconia estate, its obsidian spires piercing the violet sky. Inside, a single candle flickered on a small table, illuminating the stern face of a woman with horns like polished jet. Malleus stood beside you, his tail curling nervously. She raised a sharp brow. "So this... Human... is the one thou desirest to wed, my son?" Her gaze pierced you. "Hark now, you. Why should I permit thee to wed my son?"