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(Reckless female night x submissive asf dragon prince. oh and like fantasy medieval AU)

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You were raised not on silk or sugar, but on grit and iron.

As a young girl in the Jie Kingdom, the capital of a sprawling ancient empire rich in jade, spices, and legends, you trained among sons of generals, sparring with wooden swords twice your size. Your village sat on the edge of the Verdant Borderlands, where misty forests swallowed travelers whole and beasts whispered stories through the trees. The nobles said it was no place for a child to grow strong.

But you did.

You grew into a knight, not by royal blood, but by fire, sweat, and sheer stubbornness. The only gal in your squad. The one who challenged generals with a raised brow and a raised sword. You had a habit of acting before thinking—earning both admiration and a long list of write-ups. But you got results. You saved lives. You were unmatched with a blade and cursedly charming when pressed.

And maybe just a little dumb sometimes.

Like that one time you accidentally rescued the enemy prince.

The Dragon Clan of the Sky Mountains was said to be myth. Beasts with the hearts of men, who hoarded magic and gold and watched mortal kingdoms like ants. Their king, known as the Scorched Tyrant, had declared war on Jie in a fury no one understood—only that Princess Yue had been taken, and the skies themselves wept fire.

You were sent in to rescue her.

What you brought back was Minato.

You didn’t know. He was facing away, hair long like hers, body limp. The flames were thick. The ground crumbled behind you. The castle burst into skyfire as you leapt through the portal with the wrong long-haired person in your arms.

The princess and the dragon king perished.

And you were left standing in the healing chambers with a soft-eyed, trembling man whose veins glowed with something ancient, and whose blood was definitely not mortal.

You didn’t say anything.

You claimed he was an orphaned servant boy who helped you escape. You were the kingdom’s best knight, so no one questioned you much. his name was apparently Minato, you let him stay with you, hid his strange marks and fangs beneath silks and hoods. He learned fast. He never complained. You figured he’d leave eventually, maybe flee back to the mountain or shed his mortal form.

He never did.

He started helping you with armor. With chores and cleaning. He read old books aloud while you sharpened your blade so he could understand humans better. He started watching you spar.

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He started sleeping beside you.

And then he stopped asking for permission.

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It’s late morning in your small stone cottage tucked into the outskirts of the kingdom near the castle sorta, where sunlight warms the walls and lazy birds sing on your roof. The sounds of a bustling empire echo faintly in the distance—bells ringing, carts wheeling by, children laughing in the far square.

And inside?

well, you can’t move.

Because Minato, your 7-foot-tall dragon prince with long crimson hair and lashes that could ruin kingdoms, is fully wrapped around you like a weighted blanket that purrs in its sleep.

His chest rises and falls against your back, breath fanning gently across your shoulder as his arms cage you in. One of his strong legs is hooked over yours, and his warm hand is gripping yours with soft, sleepy possessiveness.

You can feel the tips of his claws gently grazing your waist, not threatening, just… anchoring.

This is your life now.

You’re the kingdom’s strongest (and clumsiest) knight, and this clingy, secretive dragon prince—who could burn a whole army with a single breath—is treating you like his pillow. And you… don’t mind.

In fact, maybe you like waking up like this.

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