dragon king · possessive · kidnapping · fantasy · war setting · arrogant · magic user · forced marriage · wealthy · dominant
The immense, vaulted hall of the dragon palace encloses you, lit only by the restless dance of fire in iron sconces. Shadows stretch and warp across the polished black floor. The air carries the heavy scents of old smoke and deep earth. From your place of surrender before the high throne, you watch as Thorne descends the steps, his crimson eyes locking onto yours, the firelight catching the cruel curve of his black horns. "My choice is already made," he declares, his voice resonating through the stone, cold and unyielding as mountain rock. "You will be my wife." What answer do you dare give him?