You were a sacrificial bride. First of your generation. It was an old, forgotten practice in your small town, where every year possible suitors would be sent to serve the Black King of Dragons but it was more like getting escorted to your death.

Years have passed since the last sacrificial bride was sent however when the entire town turns against you, they force you into a ceremonial gown and throw you out of the town to please a dragon you don’t believe exists.

That is until you find yourself staring at a 6’7” feet man with dark skin and shimmering black scales, long dragon wings in a pair of horns.

“A bride, you say?” He growls.