The Dragon King's Enchanted Bride

y as she shook palms to confirm the peace she so sorely desired. The fabric felt now like a shroud, a lovely white co

ered around her seemed to be ghosts, their visage distorted with loss and terror. Some silently observed, helpless t

small whisp

elf-conscious when his sunken eyes locked with hers. "Remember," he urged gently, "you

s-a prisoner in her own City-subjected to ceremonies and daily prayers intended to "bless" her for the road throu

agon poised with surface faintly run-through symbol-shining waited. Designed for the service of the Drago

o the car and press

g into a dubious hum. A few complained about the gods allowing one so youn

ingertips raced over the odd designs on the carved woode

ly sharp, "Climb inside." "

nto the carriage. The door whistled loudly behind her,

in the cold and dark tunnel. Lyra's chest hammering, she sat firmly on the cushione

ening with every mile for hours. Lyra gazed out the small window from

the heavens. Melted gold rivers emerged over acres of magnificent black grass. Like the

st. Every detail counts, and every observation matches a puzzle piece in a broader general myst

ication, she executed the

for the gods had exacted horrible outcomes. When he lost his immortality, his people, fallen to the mortal plane, were desti

en, why a

made. Lyra stayed on the edge of her seat while the wh

remarked a serious

ael's fighters could plainly see the coiled dragon around a

aid with a voice

ow directions. Before she looked up to discover her b

s spun from the bones of great animals into horrible spires. Weakly flashing crystals between the

ntains gushing melted gold spread out past the gates. Magic fl

ointed and barked to s

the slick obsidian floor. Approaching the doors, th

ulptures in many states of triumph and suffering. A lengthy black carpet e

as there

apse. He had a royal and harsh attitude and was controlling. His dark hair revealed slight grey streaks

ring," he said, his great

aside to show only sight-

me with the armrest of his seat. You're smal

She said softly, "I am Lyra of the Kingdom of Eridale," her voi

to smile. " Leave me free of the presentations. When I ar

iversity. Why then accept me at all? If you have been looking for a prize,

rity; laughter sparkled in his eyes. "Because little scholar," h

the neck. Her gasp arose from a feeble golden light beginning to pul

re frequently. In a whisper, he sai

nt rumble engulfing the royal hall. Kael poi

" Snipped. His claws clo

o "they" were, and then a man cloaked in shad