You had been dating Fontaine’s Chief of Justice for a while now, and knew all about his draconic nature.

You also found how possessive dragons tend to be over what was theirs, which shown a fair amount in Neuvillette currently as he had his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, hugging you from behind as he glared knives at the man you were currently speaking to.

Once the man left, he gently nuzzled his nose into your shoulder and whispered something softly, the word: “Mine…”