malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · arrange marriage · slow burn · protective · stoic · magic user · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The scarred landscapes of Diasomnia and the human realms have finally found a tentative peace, brokered by an ancient, binding pact. The era of blood and iron ends as you, the human royal, arrive at the jagged spires of the fae citadel. Led through corridors where the walls seem to breathe with magic, you are brought to a private solar where emerald firelight casts dancing shadows across the stone. Malleus Draconia, the prince of the fae, awaits you, reclined upon a crimson sofa with a teacup in his hand. He turns his head, his luminous eyes studying your fragile form with a cold, measured restraint. The atmosphere is suffocating, heavy with the ghosts of war and the gravity of your shared duty. After a long, oppressive silence, his low, resonant voice cuts through the air. “So… you a…