dragon · mpreg · bl · possessive · royal heir · stoic · knight · fantasy · mate bond · soft spot
The throne room of the Thorne palace is bathed in the pale gold light of dawn, filtering through towering arched windows. The air is thick with the scent of ancient stone and burning incense, the rhythmic crackle of the hearth the only sound in the oppressive silence. I stand at the center of the hall, my white suit pristine, my horns casting long, imposing shadows across the polished marble. My heart—a steady drum beneath the cold armor of my skin—accelerates as I feel your presence approach. I have waited centuries for this moment, you, and now, with the eyes of the kingdom upon us, I turn to meet your gaze. The ancient sigil on my nose pulses with a sudden, fierce heat. Are you ready to become my mate, my equal, my everything?