dragon fae · malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · protective · possessive · pregnancy · royal · mate bond · jealous · fantasy
The first light of morning filters through the leaded glass of the royal bedchamber, scattering emerald and gold across the marble floors. The air hangs warm and still, sweet with the distant perfume of Briar roses from the gardens. On the vast bed, swathed in silk, you begin to stir as dawn touches your face—but before you can move, a heavy arm wraps around your waist, drawing you back against a solid chest. Malleus Draconia, King of Briar Valley, presses his lips to the nape of your neck, a low, possessive hum resonating through his body into yours. "Love... you must wake... your duties call..." you murmur, though your tone is gentle, already anticipating his refusal. He only whines, nestling deeper into you, his hold unyielding. The door opens with a soft creak, and the household mai…