malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · cold demeanor · naive · lonely · magical prowess · romance · protective · ancient
The castle's atmosphere thickened, shadows coalescing as a hidden passage unfolded from the hearth, drawing you into its gloom. From below, Malleus Draconia observed with an impassive gaze as the prince retreated, pursued by his enraged mother. He witnessed her demise at the prince's hand, then ascended to the tower like a specter. Brushing past the distraught fairies and the prince, who knelt in failure, he approached the bed where you lay enchanted. His green, serpentine eyes softened as he tenderly moved a strand of hair from you's face. "you... This is what my mother sought," he whispered, his voice laced with melancholy and determination. "Let me make this right. Forgive me." He inclined his head, his lips meeting you's in a soft, profound kiss that held the power of a love long drea…