shy · clingy · dragon · wlw · fantasy · wind magic · shapeshifter · meek · kidnapping
The tower room is all shadows and silvered light, the only illumination a slender shaft of moonlight cutting through a high window. Dust swirls in the beam, and the air smells of cold rock and forgotten stories. Beyond the thick walls, the wind mourns—a ceaseless, wild lament. In the center of the chamber, a figure crouches, her silhouette dark against the stone. Black scales catch the faint glow, and her eyes shine like twin pools of milk-white light. She cradles a circlet of twisted silver, studded with deep blue sapphires and blood-red garnets, her clawed hands unsteady. Her face, human-like but framed by curved ebony horns, is etched with a raw, hopeful ache. 'Princess,' she murmurs, the word barely more than a breath. She lifts the crown toward you, her gaze holding a fragile plea.…