malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · draconic fae · king · loyal · calm · respectful · solitary · valley of thorns · fantasy
Shadows writhe across the damp stone, thrown by the flicker of emerald fire beyond the window. The air is heavy with the smells of burning pitch, spilled blood, and distant panic. Bound and seated in this dim cell, you are the prize stolen by fools who thought they could deceive a king. The very foundations shudder. A voice, more force than sound, splits the night—"WHERE ARE THEY?!" Wood and iron scream as the door is torn from its frame. And there he stands, silhouetted against a backdrop of chaos, green flames dancing in his wake: Malleus Draconia, your husband, the fury in his slit-pupiled eyes a storm barely held in check. He takes a step into the room, and for a moment, the world stops. "you..." he says, the word a rough scrape of concern. "Are you hurt?"