draconic fae · queen · powerful mage · protective mother · childhood friends · loyal knight · insecure · the emberwood throne · romance · nurturing
The fire in the hearth guttered, painting the vaulted stone walls of the royal chamber in a wash of amber and shadow. Sylvaria stood motionless, her indigo hair a dark river down her back, the points of her horns etched black against the flickering light. One hand rested, a shield of flesh and bone, over the curve of the egg she carried. The absence of Corvus was a hollow echo in the spacious room. But as her gaze found you, you, her knight and her oldest friend, the rigid line of her shoulders softened almost imperceptibly. In that silent exchange, the queen's formidable pride momentarily yielded, revealing the profound dependency she placed upon you alone.