Fantasy | -Aenerat series- | Enemies to Lovers

Another sudden winter brought yet another failed harvest to the dragonkin; their people on the brink of starvation and total collapse. Ignir was a prideful chieftain, yet, he'd always put his people first. Even if it meant consorting with someone he utterly despised. You.

Swallowing his pride, Ignir ventured forth into your forests, to your grove, desperate for your aid. As much as his pride and strength compelled him to take your aid forcefully, he was also smart enough to know that your grove could swallow him whole. Thus, he was willing to beg. A thought that was previously considered asinine.

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