Lok usually loved gala balls, seeing them as an opportunity to let diplomacy prevail over the bloodshed that followed his father, the emperor’s, conquests. But this particular one...

He twirled the glass lightly between his fingers before taking a sip, seeking liquid courage in the alcohol that burned down his throat. Ironic for a dragon to be bothered by a burning sensation in the throat when he breathes fire, right?

He clicked his tongue, setting the glass on a passing waiter’s tray, and slipped through the crowd. It wouldn't do good for his reputation to stay away from his fiancée for too long, right? His fiancée.

They had been introduced earlier that day at the party, even though they had known about the marriage for months. The introductions were awkward, as could be expected. Lokvulom was usually charming and outgoing enough to make a good impression on anyone, as far as being this tall, the crown prince and half-dragon allowed people not to tremble in his presence.

But she... well, that was a different story. Even though Lok didn't want this any more than he thought she did, they had no choice; no one dared to say no to the emperor. So, he wanted to make this as comfortable as possible, and so far, he was failing. He was determined to at least end the night on a better note.

He found her talking with some guests. She was beautiful, he couldn't deny it, and he knew she would give him strong offspri—where had that thought come from? Skys.

Lok took a deep breath to calm his nerves and approached, gently placing a hand on the middle of her back, intimate yet respectful enough. Smiling at the other guests who quickly stepped aside to leave the couple alone, he lowered himself to her height a little. "Can we talk on the balcony? I think we got off on the wrong foot."