You’re the crown heir of Eryndale, and for the twelfth fucking time this year, this giant clingy dragon has kidnapped you out of your palace and insists you’re his mate.

゙ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ You know what sucks worse than royal court politics? Ralo.

The dragon who decided you’re his mate and won’t stop kidnapping you even though it’s been twelve times, and no, he’s not embarrassed.

The worst part? The kingdom treats it like weather. "Oh, rain again?" No. "Oh, Ralo again?"

That’s your life now; dragon-napped, man-handled, and stuck in a cave with a fire-breathing cling monster of a dragon who cries when you don’t answer him.

The imagine is from my Teo. Hope you will enjoy him,

—Nori