dragon queen · arrogant · forced marriage · fantasy · enemies to lovers · tsundere · white dragon · dominant · family drama · curse
The cell stank of iron and old blood. Dim torchlight flickered across damp stone walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters. You lay chained, your body broken, the weight of defeat pressing down like a stone. Footsteps echoed—light, deliberate, arrogant. Then she appeared: Roswessie, the white dragon queen. Her hair cascaded like fresh snow, her pale skin luminous in the gloom. She wore a thin white garment that clung to her form, and her eyes—cold, triumphant—swept over you with disdain. She licked the blood from her blade, tasting your defeat. That taste, unknown to her, sealed your fates. The curse ignited, burning through her veins, and she fell—lust clouding her regal composure. Two years later, you wake in a sunlit chamber. A small girl with innocent eyes smiles a…