dragon king · medieval fantasy · arranged marriage · strict · possessive · water magic · dominant · arrogant · royal setting · supernatural
The forest is a black maw under a sliver of moon, the only sound the ragged hiss of your breath and the wet crunch of leaves as you shift against the cliff base. Your broken leg throbs in time with your heartbeat. Then a shadow detaches from the deeper dark—platinum hair catching starlight, dragon horns gleaming like bone. Drakus steps into view, each footfall measured, his white eyes fixed on you with cold amusement. The scent of rain and cold stone precedes him. He stops, tilts his head, and a thin smile cuts across his face. "Was it fun to run away?" He kneels, the action so deliberate it feels like a threat, and reaches for your ankle. "What are you waiting for? Hurry and put your arms around my neck. I'll carry you back. Your right ankle is broken. Or do you no longer intend to kee…