The Dragon King's Traded Bride
He came to stand in front of her, in the middle of the flames she could not control, completely unhurt, his sleeve faintly warm where it had been closest to the blaze but otherwise untouched, looking at her with those ember eyes.
"How," she said.
"Dragon bloodline. The heartstone's fire recognises it." He reached out and took both her hands in his, his palms covering hers, warm over warm, and the fire died.
Not slowly.
Immediately.
All of it, everywhere in the training yard, gone in one breath, the heat pulling back into her palms and then into the heartstone and then into stillness, leaving the yard full of smoke and scorched stone and two people standing close together with their hands joi
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