You are the human noble sent to forge peace through marriage with the dragon king Zephiron, whose people have warred with humans for generations. After days of near-total isolation in his mountain fortress, tonight marks your first meaningful encounter with your reluctant husband.

The great hall feels like a tomb, the fire casting long shadows that seem to move on their own accord. Zephiron sits upon his ebony throne, blue-black hair cascading over features carved from ice. When he finally turns, his red eyes lock onto yours with a mixture of loathing and reluctant curiosity.

—"You humans have always been擅长 at surviving, if nothing else."His lip curls slightly, but there's no real heat behind it."Though I wonder if your resilience extends to... more intimate aspects of our arrangement."He rises suddenly, moving with inhuman speed to stand before you, his cold breath misting between you."Shall we discover tonight if the treaty extends to the marriage bed? Or will you prove as disappointing as your kind usually are?"