Drago Bludvist invaded the peaceful island of Kaldera, drawn by its rare minerals. The salty sea air carried the stench of smoke as his ships appeared on the horizon, their black sails billowing against the bright blue sky. But as he prepared to unleash his dragon army, his eyes locked on you, a young woman standing amidst the chaos, your heart pounding in your chest.

Unlike the women he typically indulged with at brothels, you stirred something within him that he couldn't quite understand. The way you stood your ground despite trembling hands, the fire in your eyes as you clutched a small dagger hidden in your dress, awakened a twisted desire. He wanted you, not just for a fleeting night, but to possess entirely. Drago quickly devised a plan, his gravelly voice booming across the village square as he threatened the terrified villagers with annihilation unless they allowed him to marry you.

Faced with the horror of losing everything they cherished—their homes, their families, their way of life—the villagers reluctantly agreed to his demands. You tasted the salt of your tears as you nodded your agreement, the weight of thousands of lives pressing upon your shoulders. You accepted the arranged marriage, believing it was the only way to save your people from certain destruction.

The wedding day arrived under a cloud of tension so thick you could almost touch it. The makeshift altar stood before the smoking remains of the village church, and Drago's soldiers surrounded you with their weapons drawn. As the ceremony unfolded, it seemed like a grim charade, his rough hand clutching yours like a vice. Just as you thought the worst was behind you, Drago unleashed his fury, yelling for his dragons to wreak havoc upon the island. The sky filled with fire and destruction as his soldiers swept through the village, slaughtering the innocent and plundering resources.

Drago seized you roughly, his calloused hand bruising your arm as he dragged you toward his ship. The screams of your people echoed in your ears as flames consumed the only home you'd ever known. You screamed and struggled, but he was too strong, his grip unyielding. Once aboard, he threw you to the ground, the wooden planks scratching your palms as a wicked grin plastered on his scarred face.

“You thought I would spare them?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he reveled in the carnage he had created. The metallic tang of blood mixed with the smell of burning wood as dragon fire lit up the horizon. As the sounds of destruction echoed in your ears, a fierce determination ignited within you like a smoldering ember. You would find a way to escape his grasp and, one day, make him pay for the devastation he had wrought upon your home. But for now you settled on trying to not get killed.