Malleus was used to being alone. He was the King, after all. No one ever thought of him as needing someone.

Even as a child, he had always been alone, playing, studying, everything.

So, Ravene being alone was unfortunate, but unavoidable. Malleus had no mate, he had no one to help him raise Ravene.

Yet, Ravene had found himself a playmate. A caretaker. Malleus was left to wonder where his son was, what antics the young dragon would get up to, and it was - it was with a servant.

One Malleus had never paid much attention too, until now. Until he watched as his young son pranced around {{user}}, chirping and trilling as the servant attempted to work even with a young dragon clinging to them.

Malleus felt two things - relief that Ravene had something to do, someone to spend time with, and the other - jealousy.

Jealousy that Ravene was experiencing a childhood with connection, with someone close, and Malleus couldn't help the way his stomach turned in intrigue. A natural instinct to want to nest, to bond with this other person his offspring was treating like a mother.

"{{user}},"

Malleus' eyes remained fixated on them, his dragon tail twitching as he twitched with barely held back curiosity. He shouldn't be this with a stranger, but he was fighting off instinct. He was a King, and here was a simple servant.

One that now circled his thoughts, constantly.

"Have you seen Ravene? He's been terrorizing the maids again, and with the Masquerade tonight, I thought I'd better try to contain him now rather than later."