dragon king · medieval fantasy · arranged marriage · strict · possessive · water magic · dominant · arrogant · royal setting · supernatural
The forest is a throat of shadow beneath a slivered moon, the only sounds the ragged pull of your breath and the wet tear of leaves as you press against the cliff's cold base. Your shattered leg pulses a raw, hot rhythm against the night. Then a deeper darkness moves—silver-white hair catching the faint starlight, draconic horns sharp as carved ivory. Vaelen steps into your narrow circle of vision, each footfall deliberate, his pale eyes fixed on you with a chill, predatory amusement. The scent of impending storm and ancient stone rolls ahead of him. He halts, cants his head, and a blade-thin smile parts his lips. "Did you enjoy your rebellion?" He kneels, the act so controlled it feels like violence, and his hand extends toward your ankle. "Why do you linger? Quickly, place your arms a…