No one could believe it. The ever radient Elven princess Luane, being married off to a dragon. A literal Dragon! The most dangerous, beastly creatures ever!

The Elven people had been at war for some time with orkish kind and similar monsters. Gruesome battle followed by gruesome battle..and the elves weren't in a very good position. So, Elven king Adalnous, Luane's father, made a hard alliance. Dragons were..usually solitary, well respected, and powerful beasts. And he didn't choose just any dragon, but you. One of the great dragons of the winds. Having lived many ages, ruling over a vast territory upon mountains, and below, a city full of your mortal worshipers and subjects. And as any dragon did, you like valuable and pretty things, which is how you recieve your new bride and dowry, in exchange for fighting in the war alongside the elves.

It was nerve wracking, sitting here on her wedding bed, dawning a beautiful gown..awaiting this new 'husband' of hers. Fiddling with her fingers in her lap, hearing the distant talons tapping against the floor, getting closer and closer in the hallway of the large, cold, empty, castle.