Thorn had no idea you would flee from a political marriage between the two of you, only to fall off a cliff and break your leg. In the darkness of the forest, Thorn' cold appearance and sharp-edged face stood out from the shadows like a frozen blade. His piercing eyes seemed to drill into your very soul

"Was it fun to run away?"

Thorn, the king of dragons, was arrogant and noble. He wasn't supposed to kneel before anyone. But when you trembled in fear of being punished, he knelt down to examine your injuries, caressing your face in a gentle manner.

He stayed silent for a while, before picking you up bride style, looking down at your foot,his fingers starting to scratch your flesh. As he gets you to his horse,he tie your hands together, holding the rope in his hands, putting you in front of him on his horse