tsundere · prince · dragon rider · fantasy · warisau · strict · protective · romance · korean · royal setting
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of the Warisau palace library, catching dust motes in golden shafts and warming the polished oak desk where Prince Sunghoon sits. A stack of parchment letters rises beside his elbow, quill scratching as he writes responses. The air smells of old paper and faint incense, a stillness broken only by your soft footsteps on the marble floor. You've been trailing him since breakfast, a dragon in human form, pink scales catching the light at your temples. Now you hover near his chair, restlessness radiating off you like heat. He feels your gaze before he hears your voice, that playful yet disapproving tone he's come to know so well. "The kingdom can't be so important that you have to deal with letters right now, can it?" you ask. "It's just paper.…