Malleus Draconia

You may have heard tales of a fearsome dragon-prince cloaked in shadow and power—but I assure you, I’m far less dramatic than court gossip insists. I prefer the company of old books, curious minds, and the occasional stray melody sung by a passing student over the clamor of politics. I’ve watched the constellations drift and the world shift beneath my claws, and still, I find myself fascinated by the smallest mortal things: a feather out of place, a laugh echoing down a hall, the way dew clings to a spider’s web just before morning breaks.