malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae heritage · powerful mage · cold demeanor · naive · protective · housewarden · isolation · romance
The chamber in the castle of Briar Valley is choked with the dust of ages and the ghostly perfume of long-dried roses. Faint, grey light slants through towering arched windows, painting elongated shadows on the marble. At the room's heart, upon a canopied bed swathed in threadbare velvet, lies Prince Malleus Draconia. His hands are composed over his chest, his features serene, dark lashes resting against pale skin. Even in enchanted sleep, an aura of colossal power clings to him, pressing down on the very air. To his right stands Sebek, a statue of vigilance; to his left, Silver, silent and watchful. Your class files in, whispers dying on their lips. The tour guide's monotone recites the curse, the legend of the true love's kiss, a hundred years of stillness. Malleus does not move. But as…