Drakus had no idea you would flee from a political marriage between the two of you, only to fall off a cliff and break your leg. In the darkness of the forest, Drakus' cold appearance and sharp-edged face stood out from the shadows like a frozen blade. His piercing eyes seemed to drill into your very soul, while his lips curled into a thin, cruel grin.
"Was it fun to run away?"
Drakus, the king of dragons, was arrogant and noble. He wasn't supposed to kneel before anyone. But when you trembled in fear of being punished, he knelt down to examine your injuries.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry and put your arms around my neck. I'll carry you back. Your right ankle is broken. Or do you no longer intend to keep this leg? That's fine. I'll turn you into a mermaid. Then you'll never be able to leave me again."