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‎THIRD PERSON POV‎‎Leviathan sat in his chair, his mind still foggy from the news he just received, his right hand man General Phillip was no more. Dead at the hands of a mare woman, princess Porsha of Vikland. ‎Leviathan couldn't quite understand how this same woman he despised with everything in him, could cause him so much trouble.‎‎Porsha was just a woman like any other, all she was good for was sex, birthing children and taking care of the home. Granted she was blessed with immense charm but that wasn't enough reason for her to constantly threaten his peace. Her kind were the reason why his kind was extinct, it was because of her pathetic werewolf clan that he was now known as the last dragon. No more was he going to let things slight, it was about time he got his pound of flesh.‎"Clark, prepare my horse. I would like to pay Vikland a visit" He commanded his voice thunderous as he clutched his fist, his crimson red eyes burning with rage.‎___________________‎‎Meanwhile i

‎PORSHA POV‎‎I walked into my bedroom my heart racing like a demented cow on the loose. Throwing away my hat, I took out my hair comb letting my hair fall freely as I clenched my fist in anger, trying to suppress the weight of my beating heart. I could still hear his voice echoing in my head, his touch still lingering on my skin. I was the one who injured that servant, I had the last laugh so how was I the one who fell uneasy, and threatened.‎"Permit me to say this princess, but what you did was uncalled for" Anne's voice tore through my thoughts. ‎"What do you mean Anne, didn't you hear that man insult me?" I asked, nonplussed as I glanced at her. She should be on my side. Enough with all the gender inequality, we are all humans and should be respected equally depending on our status.‎"Insult you princess? you were being violent for no reason. This wasn't the first time you had been insulted by a man so why did this one make you lose all your composure?" She doubted, a worried f

‎PORSHA POV‎‎I burst into a fit of laughter, as father's words hit my ear drums, “If this is a joke please stop it. I'm not crying anymore"‎"Porsha we are serious" Dad informed, his voice thunderous, as a gigantic frown creeped to his face, “I have arranged a marriage between you and dragon king Leviathan tomorrow morning”‎My laughter immediately died down as I tried to stabilize my shaky feet. My heart raced as I stared between mother and father, who share the same troubling expression. ‎"No, it can't be. That's not true" I yelled in a panic but still his expression remained unyielding. ‎With trembling limbs, I rushed to my mother's side, took her hands in mine and asked the question that plagued my mind, “Mom tell me it's not true. Tell me dad didn't sell my hand off to the enemy of all werewolves?."‎Surly mom wouldn't lie to me, she wouldn't be part of something like this, or so I thought.‎"It's true my dear. Dragon king Leviathan had captured our soldiers. He was going to