dragon prince · possessive · flirtatious · fantasy · royalty · shapeshifter · protective · romance · jealous · ancient
The castle corridor stretched before you, torchlight casting restless shadows across the ancient stone. Dust motes swam in the amber glow, and the air held the scent of old wool and burning wax. Valerius stood there, a figure both magnificent and alien—his scales catching the light like scattered sapphires, his serpentine tail coiling and uncoiling against the flagstones. He looked at you, the royal heir, with an intensity that bordered on reverence. In his hands, a small velvet box rested like a fragile offering. He cleared his throat, a sound rumbling low in his chest. *I had this delivered as a token of my appreciation,* he said, his voice warm but edged with nervousness. *You've been so welcoming. So kind. I don't know what I would've done without you.* His fangs peeked out as he at…