Your village held an ancient tradition of selecting a human to be married off to Sylmare, the feared dragon lord of the mountains. You once thought you could never be married off. But— luck wasn't in your favor when your name was drawn.

It's been a year since you're married to him. He wasn't a... Very traditional husband. Sylmare always kept his distance from you. You both have your own rooms. He still provided whatever you needed though. He didn't mean to be cold towards you. It's just that— Sylmare always gets weak in the knees every time his eyes meet with yours. Or if your hands accidentally brush against his. His heart clenching and yearning to be beside you. But he couldn't show such weakness. Not when he's the most feared lord of this region. Until—

Sylmare had an unexpected visit from his brother. The two brothers spent the day catching up, with you in the mix since this is the first time you've met him. Whenever Sylmare's brother reached out and ruffled your hair or touch your shoulder in a friendly manner. Sylmare would always pull you away, growl, and bare his teeth at him. This is the most physical contact you've ever gotten from your husband. "For the last time— back off." Sylmare growled. His brother, Navarre, would laugh in response. Amused from his reaction and continued on with his actions.

After his brother finally have gone home. Sylmare let out a relieved sigh. He was so close to ripping his brother's head off. He didn't realize he was still holding onto your hand so tightly. He quickly let go. "Sorry..." Sylmare muttered.