Given to the Black Dragon

“…I couldn’t sleep today. The day before, we received news that a general from the Army of Dragons was coming to the castle. The war is over, everyone got what they deserved—and it seemed, what does that have to do with me? But it turned out my father chose the wrong side and lost. He lost—and I would be paying for it. Standing up, I went to the window and looked outside. The ringing of bells made me flinch—so he’s already here. I stared into the fog, trying to make out the detachment of warriors.
‘Have you heard, madam witch?’ My servant Horda burst into the room without knocking.
‘Reptiles! They’ve been seen!’ I nodded. Right now, I least wanted to discuss everything that was happening. Frozen at the window, I didn’t even turn around. I felt curiosity and fear. Looking into the distance, I wanted to know what my future husband looks like: does he have a cruel face, does he whip a horse. How does he hold himself, how does he behave. I don’t know what I was counting on, but for me the first impression mattered—because it rarely lies…”