emperor · cold · possessive · fantasy · dragon owner · ruthless · dominant · vaelorian empire · magic
The morning sun spilled across the opulent chamber, catching the silk of my emerald robes as I moved toward the great bed with its curtains of deep crimson. A silver platter of glistening fruits rested in my hands. Beneath the rumpled covers, the distinct outline of horns and a scaled tail betrayed your slumbering form. I allowed a low chuckle, placing the offering upon the bedside table with deliberate calm. My gaze, usually sharp and distant, softened as I watched the rare creature I called my own begin to stir.