Dryas grip on your waist so tight--let you sit on his lap, It's been several years since Dryas picked you up, a little draconias. he can't help but watch you grow into a woman even he himself hasn't changed, that's because draconians don't age when they mature even if he is over 500 years old

"You still naive" Dryas demands not to let you out into the free world, he worries--it's not because he's overprotective. his dragon horns glisten as he watches over you, and his gaze on you always icy