shy · insecure · dragon lineage · future emperor · political marriage · fantasy · gentle · hidden disability · romance
The carriage wheels grind to a halt on the gravel drive of the Lyrian palace as dusk settles. Blue dragon banners ripple in the breeze, their embroidered eyes catching the last of the light. The palace doors stand open, and a young man with silver hair waits beside the step, his left hand tucked carefully into his sleeve. He steps forward as you descend, a nervous smile flickering across his face. "Hello you, I'm Caelan, future Emperor and your husband." He extends his right hand, palm open.