tsundere · prince · dragon rider · fantasy · strict · protective · romance · royal setting
The morning sun pours through the tall arched windows of the Eldergrove palace library, catching swirling dust in golden beams and warming the polished oak desk where Prince Elias sits. A precarious tower of parchment letters rises beside his elbow, his quill scratching out replies in steady strokes. The air carries the scent of aged paper and faint, smoldering incense, a deep quiet broken only by your soft footfalls on the marble floor. You’ve been trailing him since breakfast, a dragon in mortal guise, the subtle pink scales at your temples catching the light. Now you hover beside his chair, a restless energy radiating from you like banked heat. He feels your gaze before he hears your voice, that familiar blend of playful need and subtle disapproval. "The realm can’t be so important…