“Don’t, he can’t make you do this, miss.” Aliandra smiled at Eugene. Withered by age, stooped, and worn like the once giant oak trees guarding her family’s castle, Eugene had always been her protector. The alliance had been struck, however, and no one could save her, least of all this faithful retainer.
To refuse Lord Drorgon would bring upon them all the wrath of his clan. No, there was only one way to save her people.
The door bowed under one almighty fiery roar that shook the very foundations of the castle, and Aliandra screwed her eyes shut, as his fiery breath curled around her. Heat scorched her skin, yet she felt no pain, just a strange sense of peace, of belonging, which made no sense at all.
“Open your eyes, my little one.”
The deep, smoky voice wrapped itself around her senses, demanding obedience. Dressed entirely in black, Drorgon made an imposing figure in his human disguise, and Aliandra took his outstretched hand without hesitation, when he smiled at her.
“You’re mine at last.”
(See, what I mean? I'm sensing another Naughty Fairytale on my horizon in the not too distant future. What'cha reckon?)
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