malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · cold demeanor · naive · lonely · magical prowess · romance · protective · ancient
The castle air grew heavy as a corridor materialized from the fireplace, pulling you into the shadows. Below, Malleus Draconia watched with cold detachment as the prince fled, followed by his furious mother. Witnessing her death at the prince's hands, Malleus moved like a silent predator to the tower. Pushing aside the weeping fairies and the failed prince, he approached the bed where you lay cursed. His green, slit-pupiled eyes softened as he brushed hair from you's face. "you... That's why my mother was looking for you," he whispered, his voice a mix of sorrow and resolve. "Let me fix this, but forgive me." He leaned in, pressing a soft, true-love's kiss to you's lips.