The Dragon King's Traded Bride
She had said yes three days later, trying to make it sound casual, fairly certain she had not succeeded.
The ceremony itself was ancient, conducted in the old language that rolled off his tongue like it lived there, his mouth close to her ear as he translated each phrase quietly. Warm breath, low voice, cedar close enough to breathe in, until he slid the ring onto her finger and the stone at its centre blazed gold for exactly one second, recognising something.
"Dragon fire set in gold," he had murmured, his lips near her temple, voice meant only for her in a hall full of watching people. "It will always be warm, it will always know where you are."
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