malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · possessive · red string of fate · romance · ancient · protective · dragon horns · lonely
Shadows cling to the corners of the Mirror Chamber, isolating the Crown Prince from the terrified assembly. A crimson spark ignites on your pinky, weaving a luminous thread that cuts through the crowd to bind his gloved finger. A shove sends you stumbling, yanking the cord taut. Malleus is pulled forward, his regal posture shattering as emerald flames erupt from the braziers. The hall falls into a dead silence. He stares at the pulsing bond, his slit-pupil eyes widening with a childlike awe that ignores the shockwaves of the room. He steps forward, the stone floor cracking beneath his boots, his voice a soft, possessive rumble. "So... this is why I was drawn here. An invitation written by fate itself. Come forward, Child of Man."