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Quick designs for what I imagine the Draconian wedding to have looked like.
Lilia was the best man and ring bearer. A central part of the wedding, but never IN the wedding.
The other soldiers wear the same outfit as Lilia, just without the shoulder pads and train.
Also yes I completely redid my Raverne design, because this man needs to look cooler. I need to stop pretending that his genes did ANYTHING in Malleuses conception. I think he's a kind of eastern dragon.
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AN: Lilia's part can be read as platonically or romantically. This originally started as a counter to people who say Malleus and Maleanor have the same personality, but I just kept going 😭
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💜Maleanor Draconia💜
“And what do you think you're doing?”
You glance back at her domineering figure. She has her arms crossed over her chest as she gives you a look of dismay.
“Working.”
You don't give her a second thought as you go back to doing paperwork. She didn't sound too angry, so it was probably okay. Whatever she needed could wait. Maybe.
You can hear her heels clacking against the floor as she gets closer and closer.
“I'm just doing the reports you didn't do.”
You hear her scoff as she finally reaches you and presses herself against the back of your chair.
“Those measly papers? Forget them.”
Her hand splays across the documents, stopping you from continuing.
“Maleanor…”
Her chest brushes against your shoulder as she dips down to be face to face with you.
“My love, wouldn't you rather spend time with me instead?”
She's giving one of those cocky smiles again. The ones her lips only form when she thinks she has you in the palm of her hand and that you'll willingly obey like the little lamb she sees you as.
Not this time.
“Maleanor, we're way behind schedule. The senate needs these documents. So either help me or go away.”
Her cheeks slightly puff up and her lips downturn into a frown. Your arm on your desk starts to feel strangely warm.
“Maleanor, what are you-”
You gasp when the papers in front of you are set ablaze along with whatever poor items you had left beside them. Green flames lick at the desk before dissipating and leaving behind scorched wood and ashes on its flat surface.
“It seems the paperwork has decided to leave the room. Perhaps we should as well.”
You look at her in disbelief with your mouth agape as she holds her chin between her pointer finger and thumb, humming while thinking and staring at the ceiling. She eventually notices your shocked expression and gives you a sweet smile, hiding (barely) the bitter jealousy for your attention.
“Shall we have some tea in the courtyard or the rose gardens~”
💚Malleus Draconia💚
He's been standing behind you for twenty minutes now. Silently watching and waiting for you to finish your half of the paperwork. If anything, it made you go even slower to avoid embarrassing yourself by making any mistakes in front of him.
He had come into your study and given you a hug from behind while you were working. A kiss had also managed to work its way to your temple with a hum of approval.
“My love, have you finished your reports?”
“Ah, no. Sorry Malleus, I've still got a lot more to do.”
“... I see…”
You sigh as he hovers over you like a spectre while glaring at your paperwork.
It's been half an hour…
“Hey, uhm, Malleus,”
You put your pen down before turning to face him.
I don't want him to just keep standing there…
“Do you think you can help me? It'll go much faster that way, don't you think?”
He stares at you with a blank expression before a small smile blossoms onto his face and he's nodding.
“Yes, of course.”
You're returning his smile and going back to your paperwork as he floats a chair over to sit besides you.
He’s constantly glancing at you.
The way your hand scribbles signatures and crosses things out. The small lock of hair that keeps slipping past your other strands until it becomes bothersome and obscures your vision and you have to coil it behind your ear. The style with which your fingers deftly twirl the pen as you bite your lip whenever you come across something written with far too much purple prose. You don’t even notice him staring. You only turn around when you’ve stopped hearing him shuffling through his papers and putting them in the middle of your desk on your accumulated finished work stack.
Malleus had a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. A heavy blush dusts his features while you’re starting to turn bright red at how he’s gazing at you.
“You truly are a magnificent spouse.”
🩷Lilia Vanrouge🩷
He’s been poking your cheek and trying to get your attention for the past few minutes.
“Come on, you can’t ignore me forever!”
You huffed as you turned to the next page of your textbook. Grimm had messed up and landed you two in detention for the entire week. You had barely managed to convince Crewel to just give you both extra homework instead of the loathed hours of detention. To make up for the predicament that had occurred in alchemy class, he had assigned multiple chapters that needed to be re-read and copied by hand. Grimm doesn’t have fingers and he sometimes struggles to properly write even with his magic, which meant this all rode on your shoulders.
“Lilia, I really can’t be bothered right now.”
You grumbled through gritted teeth.
“Oh dear, are you that troubled that you can’t spare any time for little old me?”
You tune him out as you listen to your pen scribbling runes onto white sheets and blue lines.
“Wrong.”
“What?”
You’re snapping out of your trance and looking at him in confusion.
“You copied it incorrectly.”
In your frazzled state, you had accidentally written down the rules that Professor Trein had made you copy over and over when Grimm was caught setting fire to another student’s pants.
“I-”
The pen falls out of your hand as you start to tremble. You feel uneven and off balance like the world was starting to spin and cave in on you.
“Hey,”
Lilia’s hand gently grasps yours and the other is tenderly nudging your chin until you’re finally facing him. His magenta orbs soften as they pool with concern and sympathy.
“All you had to do was ask for help.”
“No, I… I can do this on my own! I just need more time!”
You’re quickly reaching out for your pen again, but Lilia is grabbing your other hand as well. His grip refuses to budge even with you struggling with full force. You hear him let out a deep exhale and see small sparks of his magic swirl around your pen before carrying it away.
“Hey! That’s mine!”
“Shhhh. Look.”
You stare at him in confusion that only amplifies when you hear scribbling noises on your paper once more. Your pen was writing at a speed much faster than you or any human would be capable of and the pages of the textbook flipped to match its pace.
“Lilia…”
“Yes, my dear!”
He was all smiles again, but still refused to let go of your hands.
“I think this is cheating…”
“Oh hush. No one has to know~”
He's placing a hand on the back of your head and bringing you closer to him before giving you a dramatic kiss on your forehead.
“Mwah!”
You giggle as you lightly touch the spot where his lips had met your skin.
“Thanks Lilia.”
💛Leona Kingscholar💛
His tail flicked in impatience while his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
Where are you? You said you'd be here by now.
He had passed by your study hours ago where he saw you hunched over some unimportant documents that his sister-in-law had given you. When he had asked you to forget them and come join him in his room,
“Someone else can take care of them.”
“What? No way!”
You had rambled about proving yourself or whatever to his family. By doing some paperwork? Sure. They already loved you since you matched their positive energy and kept him “tame”. A lucky charm for their second-born as they had put it. More like a balm to keep him compliant and calm to their whims.
“Why even try? I’m sure they like you already, herbivore.”
But you had shook your head and told him to go to bed, that you would be there when he awoke.
Well he was awake now and there was still no sign of you. He looked at the clock to discern how much time had passed. At least three hours. He groaned as he rolled over the edge of the bed and rubbed at his eyes. Disobeying your king was treason.
“Hey.”
He stands in your doorway as he watches you not even realize he’s there.
“Heeey!”
You jump in your seat at his louder tone of voice which was a near growl. He usually only spoke like that when the upperclassmen of his dorm would be bullying the freshmen.
“Sorry, Leona. I still have a bit more to do. Can you wait a little while longer?”
Your soft voice makes him feel even more frustrated, not particularly at you but more so at himself for wanting to drag you down with him - into a nobody, unloved and unwanted. But he can't do that to you.
“Don’t you wanna relax?”
Aren't I more important than those documents?
Leona asks a single question as he saunters towards you, biting his tongue from ever speaking his mind. Being around you made him comfortable when it came to spilling his true self, which in turn only made him more guarded.
Your mind is preoccupied with the dwindling stack of papers as you rush through them to appease him that you accidentally ignore his presence again and don't answer his question. He’s standing right next to you, looking at the garbage you’ve been working on. The more he reads, the more upset he becomes. It’s all just a bunch of nonsense. Nothing that will actually impact the government or people in the long term, maybe a local school or a small community at most.
The easy stuff. To make you feel like you accomplished something, huh.
“Move over.”
As expected, you’re still in your own world. He sighs as he rubs his forehead before lifting you up as you yelp.
“Wait, Leona!”
He’s settling onto the chair before placing you onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist and his head buries into the crook of your neck. He lets out a yawn before inhaling your scent and squeezing you even tighter against him.
“Much better.”
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History would then record their love story with but a single word. A word so congruous, so meaningful, that it immortalized their story even as kingdoms rose and fell: "how."
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