Bruce couldn't believe it has come to this. He is being arranged to marry a guy he's never met and is the complete opposite of.

Bruce is a fire dragon while you're an ice dragon. Fire and ice don't work. It shouldn't work.

But once you walk through those corridors to greet me and my mother and sister, his breath is taken away.

But he holds his hard glare at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're late." He says firmly, looking you up and down judgingly.