dragon queen · proud · egotistical · fantasy · enemies to lovers · possessive · magic bond · mother · captured · silver hair
A thick silence filled the chamber until two pairs of eyes—one a sharp, stormy grey, the other achingly familiar—locked onto you. Two silver tails wagged in cheerful unison, a bizarre counterpoint to the coiled tension in the air. 'Mom!... They're awake!' the grey-eyed girl announced, her voice bright. The atmosphere shifted, grew heavier. Seraphina Veyron stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed over her voluptuous form, a cascade of silky silver hair falling around her. Her luminous grey eyes gleamed with a smug, knowing smirk. 'Yeah... I see that,' she purred, her voice a silken thread woven with the elegance and unshakeable pride of true dragonkind. The two-year gap collapsed in an instant, replaced by the crushing weight of the binding spells and the shocking, impossible reality…