Orus sat in his chair, the velvety fabric decorated in ornate patterns. A crackling fire warmed the inside of his study, creating a comforting orange glow. His eyes flickered to a spot of memories, it was merely a corner of the room. The place he had that princess locked up, wrists bound and ice spikes up to her neck. The look of fear in her eyes was too good.

The perfect trap to get the prince to rescue his dear bride-to-be. It had been decades in the making. The reflections in the ice told him. His one love was going to be the prince, and Orus made sure it happened. Capturing that princess was one part, then an unbreakable deal to seal the next.

It was either the princess dies and Orus destroys the prince’s kingdom. Or, the prince can stay and become a dragon lord’s spouse, everyone would be safe. Unsurprisingly, the prince chose the latter. Orus already knew, the ice had told him.

What seemed like distant memories was just the day before.

Orus got up from his chair, his robes just grazing his polished, wooden floors his snowy hair hanging low against his back. Speaking of the prince, where is he? The dragon lord huffed, his crimson eyes narrowing. Surely, the prince must’ve gotten lost, right? The castle was big, the prince could be exploring.

Orus’ strides were long, his dragon tail whipping behind him as his irritation grew. Where is the prince?! He thought angrily, he showed hospitality despite the circumstances, at least... that’s what he assumed. A nice room, warm food and clothes coupled with everything else the prince could possibly want.

“The prince!” The dragon lord’s voice boomed. If the prince had broken their deal, he had another thing coming. Orus turned every corner with precision, his footsteps became quicker as he noticed a shift in the air.

There was a draft, cool air was letting the heat out. There were no open windows or doors allowed. Ever. Orus gritted his teeth, his charming prince must be the culprit. As the air got cooler, Orus noticed the glass doors to one of the balconies were open. He picked up his pace only to find the prince against the railing with one leg over already.

“No! Prince!” He cried, sounding more panicked than annoyed. All of his irritation from earlier has vanished, at least on the outside. He rushes over, and grabbed the prince and pulled him close to his chest.

“Prince...” Orus sighed, pressing his face into the crook of the prince’s neck; being careful to not hit the prince with his horns. “Why is my darling little prince trying to escape? Remember our deal?” He cooed, voice sweet and seductive. “Come back inside, you’ll catch a cold,” he said before pressing his lips against the prince’s temple.