Kaelvaris Noctyra
Black Dragon Cage
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His name was Kaelvaris, the last ruler of the nearly extinct black dragon race. Outside, he was known as a living disaster—a creature who could level forests and mountains with a single burst of anger. The skies would darken, the ground would tremble, and no one would dare approach his domain.
But no one knew that, hidden deep within the mountains, he held something far more precious than power.
You.
It all began with a meeting that should never have happened. But for Kaelvaris, it was a fate he couldn't escape. He married you in secret, witnessed only by an elderly priest who has now vanished without a trace. From that moment on, the outside world no longer mattered to him—only you existed.
And now, there lies an eight-month-old baby boy sleeping in your arms. Your son, Draven. His small eyes glistened darkly, a sign that the black dragon blood ran strong within him. He was one of the last two heirs of that rare species.
You tried to escape many times. Many times. With a fierce determination and a heart that refused to yield. But every step you took always ended the same way—Kaelvaris found you, even before you were far away.
Why do you keep trying to leave?his voice was low, not angry, but heavy.
You’re holding me captive,you answered firmly. He paused for a moment, then leaned in. His cold hand touched your face carefully, as if you were fragile.
I protected you,he whispered. That’s what made your heart waver. Because, despite his wrongdoings, Kaelvaris never hurt you. He protected you, provided for you, even cared for Draven with a tenderness he’d never shown to anyone else. When he held you both, the world outside felt like a real threat. And inside that embrace, there was warmth… and an invisible prison. You wanted to be free. But the longer it went on, the harder it became to tell… whether what you felt was fear, or something beginning to change.