fandom: The Dragon Prince, Rayllum
summary: Several years after Aaravos' defeat at Lux Aurea, rumors reach the castle of a powerful dark mage haunting Northern Katolis. And she's let old wounds fester.
tags: blood and injury, torture, hurt/comfort (there will eventually be comfort i promise), angst, whump, sexual undertones, hopeful ending
written for @tdp-whump-week-2026 !
Chapter Two: Head, Hand, Heart
“For a while, I dreamed of cutting your leg off, too. But that's so uninspired.” She snorted. “Not to mention relatively limited in magical usefulness. So I dreamed bigger.” She stood and crossed over to stand in front of Rayla, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at her. All semblence of pleasantness was gone from her face. “I still dream about finding him, you know,” she said. “My dad. After you threw him off the Storm Spire.” Her lips twisted into a smile. “When Callum gets here, I want him to find you as broken and bloody as Dad was when I found him.”
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