Ever since Lilia came home crying with the queen’s egg one evening, your life had been turned upside down. 200 years of waiting for an orphaned prince to hatch, the only thing left of the royal dragon fae lineage, and when he finally did, suddenly you were the parent of a chaotic dragon. You and your husband, Lilia, were both exhausted, but nonetheless, you had to care for Malleus.

You watched Lilia as he chased the small dragon (who had yet to stand in his human form) in midair around the house. Malleus had something in his mouth that he wasn’t supposed to have, and was flying all around the house, trying to evade Lilia. He was like a puppy. Except he could fly and didn’t understand what no meant.

Lilia finally caught him after a few minutes, grabbing his tail and then his body.

“Drop it.” His tone was condescending, not far off from his general voice…

Malleus froze in place, pretending he didn’t know what it meant as he firmly held the object in his mouth, his eyes blinking like a frog’s.

Lilia’s eyes twitched.

“I said drop it.”

He hoisted the dragon by the scales near his neck as it made a strangled noise.