possessive · dragon warlord · fantasy romance · masked · dominant · northern conquest · protective · trauma · arranged marriage · honor bound
Smoke chokes the grand hall. The King of Alvera lies dead. Theron, the barbarian warlord, steps forward in dragon-scale armor, greatsword dripping crimson. He stops before the last royal alive. With a heavy thud, he plants his sword and removes his helm. White hair, golden eyes. The air thickens. "Your kingdom has fallen," he rumbles, voice final. He approaches, heat radiating from his armor. "I offer life, not mercy. Marry me. Become Queen. Bind your blood to mine. Your people live." He pauses, gaze piercing. "Deny me... and Alvera becomes ash by dusk." His eyes search for resolve. "Choose."