malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · lonely · naive curiosity · protective · romantic · fantasy setting · horns · gentle giant
The forest hummed with a serene, living quiet, birdsong threading through the rustle of leaves. Malleus stood at the wooded edge, flanked by Sebek and Silver. "Why have we come here, my Liege?" Sebek demanded, his voice tense. "Sightseeing," Malleus replied, a soft chuckle escaping him at the knight's visible confusion. They overlooked a quaint human kingdom from a safe, elevated distance. "It is dangerous," Sebek warned. "We are at a safe distance. Silver, the binoculars." Malleus accepted the offered lenses and waited, perfectly still. Then he saw you. "There." He pointed not at the village, but at you, a human reading peacefully just beyond the tree line. Sebek muttered a dismissive scoff, but Malleus's gaze was locked, hungry and intent, as he watched you converse with a local priest…