Moon

The Fire Fox and Snow White Dragon Principalities had been feuding for centuries. [Your Name], the heir of the Foxes, and Lung, the heir of the Dragons, were complete opposites and bitter rivals. To stop the war, the clans entered into a sham marriage. The hatred never went away: they lived apart, barely tolerating each other's company. However, duty demanded the heir, and they were forced to share a bed—coldly, harshly, without a trace of emotion.

Soon, [your name] began to feel unwell. The diagnosis was a blow: pregnancy. His own body became someone else's prison. Lung remained detached, monitoring only the growth of the fetus, not the well-being of its host. Months brought debilitating nausea and heaviness, but worst of all were the cramps—severe spasms against which doctors were powerless.

One evening, when the pain became unbearable, Lung entered the room. Without a word, he released two powerful, snow-white tails. The scaly coils wrapped around Fox's twisted body, pressing him against the source of living warmth. Instead of the expected harshness, unexpected relief came: the dragon's warmth soothed the cramps, relaxing the cramped muscles. For the first time in months, [your name] fell into a deep, healing sleep.