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The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

I opened it and noticed the printing was only on a few pages it was no longer blank like it was earlier, maybe magic decided I needed to read the red one first. I shrugged as I sat back down and read the four pages that were available. they all basically said that dragons can be born from humans but if they are from an egg that the mother decides when the egg hatches. If they want a dragonkin in the near future it can be done but if they want to wait? well it says mother can keep that egg safe without every worrying if it will spontaneously hatch. I did find a small paragraph on female dragons that said they are celestial beings and the male dragon only has to wish upon a star and his dragon

His eyes locked on mine so intensely that a delightful shudder ran through my body. "The wish is to meet the promised bride and only marry her if he believes she is the one for him. It's the Dragon King's wish." "So the Son follows the Dragon King's command," I said, intrigued. "Yes, the son did as his father requested of him and uncovered the location of the promised bride. When the son meets the promised bride, he immediately falls in love with her." "Does that make her a dragon?" I inquired, curiosity piqued. "I haven't figured that part out yet, but I can say she is someone special and a strong woman who complements him and stands strong against all odds," Drake said with pride.

"That's the known story. The book says something else. That the dragon's king mate can only be someone who shares its blood." "Mate?" "Destined one. Dragons as creatures don't just procreate. They search for their perfect match. When the dragon tamers received the dragon blood, that connection was passed on to them." Astrid is still confused. If dragon kings had destined ones why the harem? She asks Loras that. "As I said. With time, the blood spread around. It got to the point where the king could marry a commoner." "And the lords got angry..." "The harem was the option that satisfied everyone. No queen of a lower class and the king had the possibility to find his mate if he met more women.

"I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend." How could I not love my dragon?

"I know... you and the dragon will have offspring together, live together as mates, and after the dragon's offspring grows up, you.... as a bride, and also his mate, will end up in the fireplace. Have you heard about the fate of the previous dragon brides?" My breath felt choked, and it made me feel a little difficult to breathe now. But I kept trying to feel calm. I wasn't going to be swayed just by hearing all these words that Alexander was saying in front of me right now. Especially with Alexander's tone of voice like that. It made me so sick. "They... the dragon brides who are chosen, will indeed live happily together with the dragon as his mate. It's just that, after the brides give the

Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web. Her attention then shifted to the right-hand page of the spread, where the formidable Dragon King, Phoenix Bronte Decker, graced the page. Astrid's attraction to this dragon was a complex interplay of fascination and admiration. His cryptic allure, akin to a magnetic force of nature, pulled her in like a moth to a flame. His rich, chocolate-colored skin exuded warmth and depth, capturing her attention not just physically but through the aura of ancient wisdom and power that enveloped him.

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

The Star-Born Prophecy Long before the twin moons of Qombinia learned to pull the tides of mortal hearts, a single stanza surfaced among the ash-white bones of an oracle who spoke only in her final breath: When scars of flame carve crown of scale, And grief corrodes the dragon’s heart, A star-born bride from kingdom pale Will bind the sky that war would part. For centuries the verse was dismissed—poetic, perhaps, but too vague, too hopeful. Drakonios, last of the Omni Draco and ruler of all dragon-kind, laughed whenever priests recited it. He had flown through civilizations that rose and crumbled like sandcastles in a storm; no mortal could temper the vast, eternal furnace of his life. Yet t

I froze at those words, confusion flooding me, "H-how? Is that even possible?” Stephanie shrugged, moving around the bed, "She is your mate after all. Of course she would fight back. Do you believe your goddess Selene would allow her moon crested prince suffer with no mate?” she giggled, “I assure you she may have had a quarrel with her sister Erania when the higher goddess chose her as a possession for her last pure dragon, but of course, she cannot fail to give the little human a fighting spirit, strong and resilient that she can reject the claim of the Alpha of Dragons. The girl is yours Legion.” She chuckled, “Not even a golden dragon’s bite could keep her from you." My eyebrows arched a