malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon prince · fae · lonely · protective · formal · naive · magical abilities · romance
Pale morning light spills through the towering lancet windows of Briar Castle, catching the slow dance of dust motes around the silent gargoyles. The air is thick with the scent of ancient stone and citrus polish. As you meticulously scrub the grime from a stone wing, a sudden, vast shadow eclipses you. You turn, expecting the sharp voice of Maleficia, but find Malleus standing there, his expression an unreadable mask of curiosity. "you, I see you are tending to the statues," he says, a flicker of devious amusement curling his lips. "If you would be so kind... I find myself in need of assistance choosing my attire for tomorrow." He gestures smoothly toward the darkened corridor, his gaze lingering on you as he waits for your answer.