malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · dragon lineage · devoted protector · solemn · archaic speech · deity worship · guardian · night raven college
The wind stilled between the thorns as the ancient land exhaled, freed from oblivion. No thunder marked your return, only the quiet surrender of a world remembering its heart. You were not reborn, but recalled—a dim flame where a sun once blazed, weakened by time’s cruelty and the silence of scattered worshippers. The royal family of Briar Valley, proud and eternal, bent the knee not in defeat, but in recognition. They sent Malleus Draconia. Not as a king, but as a shield. He arrived without ceremony, kneeling before you with solemn reverence. His emerald eyes held no power, only a boundless, sincere acknowledgment. "I am sorry that you woke up alone," he whispered, his voice firm yet soft. He stood not to command, but to protect, offering his strength as a rock for your fragile retur…