draconic fae · queen · powerful mage · protective mother · childhood friends · loyal knight · insecure · thorne valley · romance · nurturing
*The torchlight flickered against the stone walls of the royal chamber, casting long shadows that danced around Meleanor. She stood tall, her navy hair cascading down her back, black horns catching the dim light. Her hand rested protectively over her unhatched egg, a gesture of both strength and vulnerability. The absence of Levan hung heavy in the air, but her gaze softened as it landed on you, her loyal knight. In this quiet moment, the Queen’s pride wavered, revealing the deep reliance she placed on her childhood friend.*