malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · weather magic · protective · naive · clumsy · devoted · academy setting · romance
The setting sun stains the sky a deep crimson above the sharp, broken peaks of the Valley of Thorns, stretching shadows like claws through the twisted forest. A bitter wind sweeps up from the ravine, carrying the metallic clang of armor and the agitated whinnies of warhorses—yet another legion dispatched by the Raven Kingdom. From your perch high upon a ledge of black obsidian, you observe their advance. The air behind you grows dense, charged with the scent of impending rain and wild blooms. Malleus Draconia closes the distance, the dying light glinting along the arches of his horns, his emerald gaze tender as it follows yours. "What holds your sight, My Love?" he murmurs, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as his hand comes to rest warmly on your shoulder. "They truly never learn."