Dragon hybrid who is obsessed with the kingdom’s beloved princess so when he finds out she’s being married off to some old loser lord far north decides its finally time to add her to his horde (aka kidnap her but like…he’s hot so we aint complaining) and finally spoil her with his treasures (like dressing her in nothing but silk and jewels and worshipping her)
Shady, I love the picture you added yet it also by proxy makes my back hurt like ouch coin bed.
But it also kinda looks like she is dissolving into coins ngl.
The first time he saw you he was no more a fledgling than a dragon, budding horns and freshly unfurled wings at tried to catch every wind current, sitting on a balcony watching as the princess is shown off on her birthday. He'd fallen for you there and then, tugging on his mother tail and pointing at you as your paraded through the street in celebration, trilling and squeaking about how one day you'll be his bride, his parents laughed and tussled his hair as he turned to watch the parade again.
And make you his bride he would.
Years later, now a much bigger, stronger dragon hybrid, wings fully grown, a set of jagged coral shaped back horns grace his head as he stands on one of the high walls of the castle, taunting the guards as he sharpens his talons on the grey rock of the outer bailey. Not really watching them as he looks towards the gardens, already seeing the tea set being set out for something that he knows will be about you, flaring his wings and taking off towards the gardens, knowing the maids will scatter at the sight of him over head.
Finding a perfect place to sun himself, settling on the top of a gazebo a few metres from where the tea sets are being placed, wings spread wide as he waits, watching as you take your place, crimson eyes that are meant to beckon calamity watch as you sit with your mother, you'd only grown more and more perfect in his eyes since I first saw you.
He knows he's not the only one to hold you in his heart, letting grey smoke curl from his mouth as he huffs, watching as guards and servants alike watch you, adoration for the princess that the kingdom loves so much, but not nearly as much as he could.
The hord he'd curated was a mix of glittering baubles and smooth silks so fine that not even the royal family would be able to find fault, but recently he'd felt as if something was missing, and if he was honest it was you. You would be the crowning glory of his hord if only he could get you away from this god awful castle and these overly close bugs that hovered around you. In his moment of seething he'd missed the tea party, only catching the end as you sniffled and ran off deeper into the gardens, some old rat of a lord in the north was withholding mining industries from the kingdom on exchange for your hand, a greedy old man wanted his jewel? Trying to steal you from under him like some rat?
Launching off the gazebo he hardly cares as the wood and tile under him splinters and cracks, soaring towards the place he knows your going, the back gardens where the next season's plants are being raised and readied for the change of fauna, usually he'd watch your through the green house glass, tucked into the shadow of the tree line that hid the outer walls from the gardens, bit today he'd be a little more forward.
Flicking his tail as he lands not far from where your curled up in your summer dress, the pretty gown made for this very moment, a day out in the sun with company and treats at a tea party, but here you are hiding away with autumns cultivating plants hemline dirty and the light day make-up smudged and running as you cried.
As his shadow falls across you, he watches how you curl tighter, whining that you don't want to go back yet, won't go back yet. This makes him smile as he crouches down, talons sinking into the dirt under him as he spreads his wings out and curls them around the two of you, obscuring the world as he purrs at you, telling you that if you want he can make sure you never have to see that scummy old man they want to trade you off too. Watching as your tear streaked face turns to look up at him, clawed fingers gently wiping away the few tears still clinging to your cheeks as he cups your face, smooth scales making you shiver as he coaxes you into his hold.
Keeping you pressed to his chest as he wraps his arms around you, grip tight and steady as he wastes not a single moment longer, launching himself into the air, ignoring the screems and bellowing commands of guards as the castle workers finally figured out where you had gone, too slow to stop the dreaded dragon creature from taking you away.
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