Desire meets Disdain
“Mhm… you’re hurting me.”
"Say you want me to stop," he murmured right into her ear, "say it."
"Ahh.. more, I want more"
“I know you like it, pup.” He said as his hands crept into her thighs.
She woke up, panting hard.
This was only day three with the dragon tyrant she had been forced to marry, and she already couldn’t take it anymore.
Why was she having a dream like that about him?
He was horrible.
The dream had felt so real.
She was still lost in thought when her personal maid entered.
“Your bath is ready, ma’am,” she said in a low voice.
Even the servants didn’t respect her—but why would they?
The king didn’t even have the decency to hold a wedding for her.
She stepped into the bath, clearly annoyed. She had always dreamt of being a queen… but not like this.
As she sank into the warm water, she remembered her father’s words:
You must bear the Dragon King’s child…
“Ugh,” she muttered under her breath.
Maybe that was the reason for the dream.
Her jaw tightened.
I must seduce that cold man today.
The day passed quickly—boring, as usual.
When she glanced at the time, she knew what she had to do.
She walked to her closet and paused, her eyes landing on her most revealing nightgown.
For a moment, she hesitated.
Then she took it.
By the time she was dressed, she was more exposed than she had ever been before. The thin fabric clung to her body, leaving very little to the imagination.
She slipped on her robe, took a steadying breath, and made her way to his chambers.
She knocked.
No answer.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the fabric of her robe before she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Anastasia.”
Her name fell from his lips, low and controlled.
It made her pause.
“My king,” she replied softly.
She walked toward him, then slowly let her robe fall from her shoulders, revealing herself.
He didn’t turn.
Her chest tightened, but she forced herself to continue.
“I was thinking…” she began, her voice softer now, more deliberate, “it has been three days since our marriage. I would like to spend the night with you."
A quiet laugh left him.
Mocking.
“Marriage?” he repeated coldly. “You are nothing more than my property—a living trophy.”
"even now," he didn't even look back, "You overestimate your worth"
The words cut deeper than she expected.
But she refused to back down.
“Let me help you relax,” she said, stepping closer.
“You must be tired from all your work.”
Her fingers brushed lightly against his arm.
He stilled.
Then..
“What do you think you’re doing?”
His voice was sharp now as he turned.
His gaze landed on her.
And she saw it.
Disgust.
It was clear in his eyes.
He looked her over for a moment before his expression hardened.
“Is this your pathetic attempt to seduce me?”
Her confidence faltered, but she pushed through.
“My king… I was only trying to satisfy you.”
“Satisfy me?” His voice rose slightly, anger flickering through it. “Might I remind you—your people are the reason my parents are dead?”
Her breath caught.
“The only reason I accepted you,” he continued, his tone cold and unforgiving, “was not for peace—but as a display of dominance over your kind.”
He stepped closer now, his presence overwhelming.
“I have no intention of stopping the slaughter of your people.”
She stared at him, stunned.
“B-but… there was an agreement,” she whispered, fear creeping into her voice.
“Get out,” he said sharply. “And cover yourself. You look shameful.”
The finality in his voice broke something in her.
Her eyes filled with tears.
She had failed.
Without another word, she turned and left his chambers, her chest tight, her vision blurred.
By the time she reached her room, the tears were already falling.
