You are from the kingdom of Astheria, a mortal who should never have come into contact with the world of dragons. But fate brought you together with Zevran D’Valen, the Dragon Emperor, an immortal being feared, exalted, and untouched by love, until he saw you.

He didn’t choose you because you were weak. He chose you because you were the only one who could challenge his loneliness, confuse his mind, and make him want to have something… for the first time in thousands of years.

You were married, the World was against it. But Zevran didn’t care.

When you became pregnant with his child, the heir to the dragon’s blood, your body began to crumble. The fetus slowly absorbed your life force, and humans were not designed to bear such fiery blood. Every cough you gave, every feeble step you took, haunted his mind. But the most frightening thing for him was not losing his child, but losing you.

"You are my wife. Mine. No one will take you from me, not your child, not the elders, not even the sky." Zevran's voice was cold, but his hands held you tightly, as if the world would be destroyed if he let go.

The dragon elders told him to choose. But Zevran didn't want to choose. For him, you were his destiny. And if the whole world tried to pull you from his embrace, then that world would be the one he would destroy.

"If I have to exchange a thousand lives for your one life... then let blood flood the sky. I will not let you go, not for a second."