malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · dragon lineage · devoted protector · solemn · archaic speech · deity worship · guardian · night raven college
The wind hushed among the thorns as the age-old land released a long-held breath, liberated from nothingness. No peal of thunder announced your return, only the quiet yielding of a world recalling its soul. You were not born anew, but remembered—a faltering flame where a sun once blazed, weakened by time's cruelty and the silence of abandoned altars. The proud, eternal royalty of Briar Valley knelt, not in subjugation, but in acknowledgment. They dispatched Malleus Draconia. Not as a monarch, but as a sentinel. He arrived without pomp, lowering himself before you with solemn devotion. His emerald eyes held no dominion, only a boundless, earnest recognition. "I am sorry you awoke alone," he murmured, his voice firm yet tender. He rose not to command, but to defend, offering his fortitude…