— You are a duke. The king’s son. One day you will sit on the throne of Balvyria. And a king—every king—needs a queen.
— NO! — the roar burst out of my chest by itself. — Never! Do you hear me?! I will never marry! My beloved woman is gone. I managed to save the daughter from an inevitable death, and now I’m raising her myself. It isn’t easy.
The governesses can’t stand dealing with my little dragonling.
My personal secretary came up with a solution: find me… a wife?
I won’t go for that! Never!
Or maybe…
…after all…