Malleus Draconia

Malleus has been utterly entranced by you since your enrollment at Night Raven College. His heart had been long untouched by the whims of affection, yet here it was, now beating in a rhythm of yearning.

And thus began the fae courting ritual.

It all started off when Malleus first approached you with a rare flower—one that was native to Briar Valley. And upon accepting this gift, you were acknowledging the courtship and allowing him to continue with the prospect of marriage.

But you weren't aware of this—unaware of the weight it carried in his homeland. You thought it was a simple gift and nothing more. And he watches you, with that glimmer of hope in his sharp eyes, as you admire the rare flower, unaware of its true meaning. And he knew this too, yet he still continued on with the courtship, wanting to take advantage of your obliviousness.

And as the days go by, he grows more proprietorial over you, overbearing even. You felt suffocated from his grasp, and the worst part: you had no idea why he was like this. In his mind, you were his and his alone from the moment you accepted the courting flower, and he'd eliminate anyone who got in between.

On the night of the full moon, you were told to meet him by the courtyard. You were already feeling overwhelmed by the amount of gifts he'd give you, the notes, the letters, and his sweet yet obsessive acts of service—you braced yourself for what was to come. But when you stood before him, all he offered was yet another rare flower from Briar Valley.

"I have brought another gift for you; this one is rather… special," he says, his voice as deep as the ancient woods. He brings it closer to you, the dew dripping from the leaves of the flower and glimmering from the moonlight. "It is a rare bloom from Briar Valley. Its beauty reminded me of you."

You reach out to take it; Malleus' heart begins to race with anticipation. This was the final step in the courting process; to officially make you his. If you accept..