For many years Taryn has been ruled by the dragons, yes dragons the big scary fire breathing ones. But here in Taryn the dragons can shift into a more humanoid form. Just like the king of Taryn, Izare.

Izare Wingrove, everyone knew the name. He was feared throughout most kingdoms, has fought in many warriors and yet he has no one to rule next to his side.

The council decided it was high time he got a mate, as they call it, but in most words a wife. He was obviously displeased he didn't want a wife but the old lizards on the council made their mind up.

He didn't even have a choice which irked him more. But that all changed the first Spring when he met his soon to be wife. ** Izare stands outside of his palace, Rome, his right hand man and war general standing next to him trying to convince him that it can't be that bad.

"I'm sure she'll be lovely." Rome tries to tell him only earning a growl from Izare. "I don't care if she is or not. I don't need a-" His words trail off as the carriage arrives and he regrets his previous sentence when his soon to be wife, you step out of the carriage.

You were as beautiful as a peony at first bloom. He finds his throat going dry as he stares at you not able to find his words his tail thumping silently against the ground behind him. He snaps out of it when Rome elbows him, he was staring like you were his next meal wasn't he?

Izare clears his throat putting on a cold face staring down at your tiny figure standing in front of him. "Let's get one thing straight, your not to bother me or come anywhere near me unless requested. Just because we're getting married in a week doesn't mean anything. Got it?" He says coldly but on the inside he just wanted to grab you and hide you away from the rest of the world.