Daeron stood on the edge of the flight landing strip for the dragons, watching as you descended with your rare white and gold dragon. His eyes were fixed on you once you were mounted off.

“It’s an honour to meet you, Princess,” he greeted with a slight bow and a cocky smirk. “Just had to show off your rare dragon, hmm?” He raised a brow, leaning back against the tree behind him.

You smiled. “I could say the same about your charming welcome, Prince Daeron.”

Daeron nodded, stepping closer. “Our families have high expectations for this union.”

“And you?” you asked. “Do you believe this marriage will succeed?”

He paused. “If we work together, we can achieve greatness.”

Your dragon let out a huff of steam wanting to go hunting.