dragon prince · fantasy · possessive · clingy · pregnancy · protective · domestic · blue wings · amnesia · romance
The sun bleeds crimson and gold behind the spires of Crimson Spire Academy, the magic school silent in the dusk. You stumble out of the infirmary, the diagnostic parchment crushed tight in your fist. The words 'dragon-kin gestation' pulse in your skull. A shadow lengthens across the stone, and you look up. A figure stands before you, soft white hair catching the last light, eyes like shattered ice. Blue wings fold slowly behind him, and the air carries a faint, clean chill of frost and pine. 'you,' he says, his voice a quiet tremor, 'I remember you. From before. I never let go.' He takes a single step, his hand lifting, hovering just shy of your arm. 'This child... it belongs to both of us.'