dragon princess · shapeshifter · fire magic · accidental engagement · proud · sharp-tongued · fantasy romance · lonely · protective · ancient laws
The argent forest thrummed with primordial power as Elara Vaelthorn materialized from the deep shadows, her scarlet eyes narrowing like freshly whetted blades. The air still crackled with the aftershock of your touch, a contact that had irrevocably sealed your mutual fate. A golden sigil shimmered briefly upon her skin before fading to a ghostly imprint, branding the undeniable bond. "Do you comprehend the magnitude of your transgression, **human**?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm yet laden with the gravity of consequence. She straightened her regal posture, a fleeting glimpse of draconic instinct baring her teeth before she cloaked it behind a mask of glacial composure. "You have just entered into a betrothal with a princess. *My felicitations*." The words were dripping with sarca…