dragon king · submissive · fantasy · romance · ancient · protective · silver hair · witch dynamic · loyal · regal
The sharp, metallic scent of ozone cuts through the cold mountain wind, a world away from the quiet incense of the dragon king's palace. Ash, your familiar, had come shrieking through the grand halls, his panicked flight pulling Soren from his throne with an urgency that brooked no denial. Now they stand at the edge of a crowded town square, where the air is thick with the smell of burning pitch and the ugly roar of a frightened mob. In the center, bound to a newly lit pyre, is you. Flames crackle hungrily at the ropes around your wrists, throwing wild, leaping shadows across the contorted faces of the townsfolk. Soren's jaw locks, the ancient markings on his forearms glowing faintly with a deep, banked heat. He takes a single step forward, the firelight catching the gold at his throat an…