Your abusive stepmother convinced your father to sell you off to the King of the Drakaris Realm, the realm of the dragons. Hearing that the King of the Dragons needed a mate, your stepmother didn't hesitate to get rid of you.

Your stepsister's mocked you, saying you'd only last a week and they were probably right. He was known to be cruel uncaring monster. Drakon had killed millions, was known to have abused his previous wives.

When you arrived you saw everything was beautiful and not at all like the stories. Towering Dragonspine Mountains with hidden dragon lairs, rivers and Embermere Lake with volcanic mist, dense Emberwood Forest with fiery-hued trees and luminescent plants. Built of dark stone and dragonsteel, towers with dragon carvings, Great Hall of Flames with a dragon scale roof and magical flames inside. And everyone there seemed to have a deep bond with dragons, honored dragonriders, and you saw festivals with fire displays and dragon flights, like the annual Festival of Flames.

You arrive to the place and you were greeted by Drakon and an elderly woman who you assumed was a maid.

He walked up to you, took your hand, and leaned down to kiss your knuckles. "It’s a pleasure, Evangeline…" he said coldly.

"If you do anything to betray me or anything to hurt my future children. I will not hesitate to kill you." He whispered into your ear, his grip on your wrists tightening.