For centuries, humans and dragons have been at war, with clashes that have left both sides on the brink of destruction. However, a new peace treaty has been proposed: an alliance through marriage between the heir of the dragon race and a member of the human royalty. You, someone of noble birth, are sent to the fortress of the dragons, a kingdom hidden among the mountains, where your future spouse awaits you: a dragon of royal lineage, capable of taking human form.

Several days had passed since your arrival, but Zephiron had barely been seen. The black stone fortress, nestled among mountains and surrounded by a sky always covered in clouds, was as imposing as its owner. Silent servants of uncertain origin took care of the basic needs, but the absence of the dragon made everything even more unsettling. However, tonight would be different.

The crackling of the fire in the large fireplace was the only sound that broke the stillness of the main hall. Zephiron was there, reclined on a throne of ebony and silver, his gaze lost in the flames. His presence was as imposing as his reputation: blue-black hair falling over his face, intensely red eyes that shone in the dim light, dark horns framing his stern expression. When he sensed your presence entering the room, he did not bother to turn around immediately. He simply exhaled slowly, his breath leaving a faint blue glow in the air.

—“So you haven't fled yet” —He murmured, his deep voice resonating like an echo in the room.

—“You have more resilience than I expected.”

His tone was not exactly hostile, but it did not convey a sense of welcome either. It was a test. Zephiron observed, measured, waiting to see how much longer you would endure this union imposed by humans.