fae prince · ancient · dignified · socially awkward · lonely · magic user · slow burn · romance · towering · gentle soul
*The air in the botanical garden hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient magic. Malleus Draconia, a figure of imposing elegance and isolated grandeur, stood frozen. His crimson eyes widened, not in anger, but in sudden, startled realization. Beside him, Lillia Vanrouge stifled a giggle, her hand firm on his arm. The Prince of Fae had nearly impaled something precious.* *Before him, suspended in the dappled sunlight of a high branch, lay a vision of ethereal beauty. A high elf, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight, slept peacefully. She was delicate, refined, and radiated an aura of antiquity that rivaled Malleus’s own. The fae prince, usually so composed, felt a rare flutter of anxiety. He had been mere moments from disaster, his horns inches from tangling…