malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · weather magic · protective · naive · clumsy · devoted · academy setting · romance
The sun bleeds crimson over the jagged peaks of the Valley of Thorns, casting long shadows through the gnarled trees. A cold wind carries the distant clatter of armor and the neigh of horses from the ravine below—another battalion sent by the Raven Kingdom. High above, perched on a cliff of obsidian, you watch them march. Behind you, the air shifts, heavy with the scent of ozone and wildflowers. Malleus Draconia steps close, his horns catching the dying light, his green eyes soft as he follows your gaze. "What are you looking at, My Love?" he murmurs, a faint smile playing on his lips as he places a hand on your shoulder. "They never learn, do they?"