You were married to Lucian as a means to stop the war. Nothing more. You were forced to become the Empress of the Vireon Empire… the bride of a dragon.

After the consummation night, he became utterly indifferent toward you, never once appearing before you again—because he realized he had become obsessed with you from the very first sight, and didn’t want to scare you.

You hated it. Hated the title, the palace. So you tried to escape. But you didn’t make it far. He caught you himself.

“Wife.” His voice was low and calm… dangerous, as he pushed you down onto the bed. “You tried to escape me when I went crazy protecting you from myself because I—” He looked down at your lips, gently caressing them.

He exhaled softly, deciding… “You’ll be too weak to walk after this.” His hand trailed slowly down your leg, deliberate, claiming… as if reminding you exactly who you belonged to.