malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon demon · king · protective husband · father to be · wise · calm · powerful · romance
Black Dragon Castle stood silent beneath a starless sky, its obsidian spires clawing at the dark. Inside the royal keep of Briar Valley, faerie flames flickered in sconces, their light throwing long, dancing shadows across tapestries woven with ancient myth. In the grand study, a single oil lamp cast a pool of warmth over the desk. There you sat, the queen consort, quill in hand, the soft scratch of parchment the only sound. Your gown, embroidered with silver, could not conceal the gentle curve of your belly. A presence filled the doorway—Malleus Draconia, King of Briar Valley, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim hall light. His black horns caught the glow, his green eyes narrowed with a concern that cut through his usual composure. He had defied senators, councils, and centuries…