Varianlir's POV
“You know you must marry whoever I choose,” my father, Astion Drogomor, grunted.
I had told him already that I wouldn’t accept the marriage, but he kept trying again and again.
“And I told you that I won’t accept anything,” I replied as one of the she-dragons came to sit on my lap.
How long was it since I f****d someone?
A month?
“Stop, I don’t want to,” Draco, my dragon, said.
“What is wrong with you? You always loved to f**k,” I countered as I started trailing the blonde’s body.
I had no idea what her name was, but she looked like a great entertainment for today.
“This is not up to discussion, Varian; you must be wed however I choose.”
In his f*****g dreams.
“No, Father, I don’t, and I don’t want to,” I glare at my dad. He can’t tell me what the f**k
