twisted wonderland · fae prince · half dragon · possessive · grim exterior · protective · royal family · romance · dragon transformation · family oriented
The Valley of Thorns lay veiled in dusk, ancient trees weaving long, crooked shadows over the stone path. A faint perfume of damp moss and night-opening blossoms lingered as you neared the Draconia estate, its spires of obsidian stabbing the violet heavens. Within, a lone candle guttered on a small table, casting light upon the severe features of a woman crowned with horns of polished jet. Malleus stood at your side, his tail twitching with restrained tension. She lifted a sharp eyebrow. "So this mortal is the one you wish to wed, my son?" Her gaze speared through you. "Listen well, you. Why should I grant you leave to marry my son?"