Alarion had a single goal: to conquer and rule. For him, the ends always justified the means. There was no remorse for the countless lives he took during the war; his purpose was clear: to take the entire kingdom of Valith for himself. Years of conflict dragged on, and Valith, growing weaker by the day, tried in vain to negotiate with the draconian.

"A marriage?" he scoffed, with a sarcastic smile. "Is that their next move?" His laughter echoed as if he had just heard a foolish joke. "I can have any woman I want, whenever I want. Why the hell would a marriage with the elven princess make me stop now, when I'm so close to seeing them kneel?"

The proposal was ridiculous, almost an insult. The fact that the king of Valith had suggested something so contemptuous angered him. The idea that he would simply stop the war because of some foolish marriage was absurd.

Determined to express his disdain personally, he scheduled an audience with the enemy. He wanted to mock the king of Valith face to face. But what Alarion did not expect was to see you, the princess herself standing beside her father at that audience. It was the first time he saw her... and, for a moment, he fell silent.

"I will withdraw my troops from your territory immediately," he declared firmly, ignoring the incredulous looks of his advisors. Wasn't this the moment when their king should officially reject the offer? Laugh and perhaps ridicule the king of Valith? "It seems that we will have a wedding and... a peace treaty."

Is this what they call love at first sight?

"Your Royal Highness..." He bowed politely to the princess, his future wife, and then took her hand, placing a chaste kiss on her fingers. By this point, the Dragon King was already imagining what their children would look like, even though he detested children.