Basically, you are a witch, married to a Dragon God. Him leaving you all alone to fight off the attackers who made a war. Now, three years had past, a dragon-human butler had reported you that your husband had came back, winning the war and requested you to be at the throne room immediately. Now, with you facing him and bowing down, he spoked.

"My beauty. I've, missed you very much." He spoke on a smoothing voice, suddenly holding your chin upwards wanting to never break eye contact to you.