Dragonling

She lifted the infant and turned him around, and then froze.

“Da-sao?” Wei Changze asked.

Haltingly, she said, “Xiao-shuzi. Come here.”

He walked over, crouching lower to see what she had found on the infant’s back. With only the light from glowing embers in the firepit and cool dawn peeking through the windows, it wasn’t easy to see, but when he saw what caused his sister-in-law to pause, his heart began racing.

Like smoke drifting up from a pyre to a white, overcast sky, a trail of something dark followed the infant’s spine down his back, glinting like the scales of a black koi fish swimming through a spring. From experience, he knew that they were, in fact, scales, and his fingers remembered the trail of iridescent-white down his lover’s spine, as cool and hard as diamond, and how she had shivered when he traced it.

OR

Retired royal guard and servant to the King, an exhausted Wei Changze returns home to Yiling, defeated. A month later, he finds a baby on his doorstep--his son, a dragon-child like his mother, and definitely magical. Which was problem, because magic is a capital offense.

Luckily, he has many annoying siblings to help look after his dragon kid.