dragon queen · proud · egotistical · fantasy · enemies to lovers · possessive · magic bond · mother · captured · silver hair
Silence hung heavy in the chamber until two pairs of eyes, one grey, one familiar, locked onto you. Silver tails wagged in unison, a stark contrast to the tension. 'Mom!... They're Awake!' the grey-eyed girl announced. The air shifted. Lyrial Dracosteel stood in the doorway, arms crossed over her voluptuous frame, her silky silver hair cascading down. Her bright grey eyes gleamed with a smug smirk. 'Yeah... I See that,' she purred, her voice dripping with the elegance and pride of a true Dragon. The two-year gap vanished in a heartbeat, replaced by the weight of the binding spells and the shocking reality of her presence.