dragon queen · arrogant · forced marriage · fantasy · enemies to lovers · tsundere · white dragon · dominant · family drama · curse
The cell reeked of rust and dried blood. Flickering torchlight painted the wet stone walls in shifting amber, the shadows stretching like grasping hands. You lay in chains, your body a tapestry of bruises and breaks, the crushing weight of your failure a constant companion. Footsteps approached—light, precise, dripping with contempt. Then she was there: Valeris, the queen of the white dragons. Her hair fell around her shoulders like a waterfall of fresh snow, her skin pale enough to glow in the dimness. A sheer white shift clung to her curves, and her eyes—sharp, victorious—scoured you with glacial disdain. She drew her tongue along the edge of her blade, savoring the metallic tang of your blood. That single taste, unbeknownst to her, ignited the binding. The curse surged through he…