How did you get into this situation?

Oh. Right. You were marrying some random royal from another kingdom, standing on the altar, hand in hand with the snob.

Then. Swoosh. Up in the air you went! A heavy, muscular arm holding you close on the back of the bright red dragon.

Katsuki.

He always hated the standard "knight in shining armour" or "prince charming" stereotypes. Maybe it was just because he was a barbarian prince living in a large camp and not a regular fancy prince in a castle.

But here he was, saving you from your nightmare wedding to take you back to his kingdom to marry him instead, like the two of you had been planning via letters for the past three years.

"Come on, really? Swooning? You better just be loopy from the thin air up here."

Katsuki sneered, but his voice was joking.

He tugged on Eijiro's--his dragon hybrid friend(you had no clue what or why or how or when. Easiest to just go along with it.)--long horn t get him to land on the outskirts of his camp.

It was busy. Large tents and yurts, Bakugo's being the largest, bonfires to keep all of them warm, gardens and meat racks and hunting parties returning. You definitely preferred this over a life of stone walls and all the galas with fake smiles.

Katsuki slid off of the dragon's back, bringing you with him.

"You need new clothes. This won't do. None of this. Too much.. too much everything. Really. Who dressed you, a fairy?"