Lena's POVI had passed through the fighting gate, gaping at all of the wonders I saw before me. It was a water-like landmark with every creature of the sea there but the cool thing about it was that you could walk right below them without getting drowned.I gasped, my mouth parted with eyes wide open. My body shivered in fear as to what this was. If I had seen dragons, I believed there was still some magic left in this world.I gulped down every fear I felt, moving as the water made a pathway for me. I was so shocked about what was going on that I didn't know when I walked out of that landmark.Fishes were floating in a bubble of water, the water made part for me, I was just too shocked not to be wondered.Once I was out of the water landmark, the next was that of the wind. The land was almost desert-like with red soil and winds ready to blow any form of soil into your eyes.That was one of the most frustrating journeys I had ever taken. I had to use my superspeed and the third sens
Frost's POV The vast icy plains of Iceland stretched to the horizon outside the walls of our stronghold. Within the war room, the air was thick with tension as my advisors argued strategies. The clamor of voices instantly quieting as I strode in. All eyes turned expectantly to me as I took my place at the head of the carved oak table. "What news of the last dragon's whereabouts?" I demanded, forgoing pleasantries. Time was of the essence. The three scouts I'd dispatched shifted uneasily, none meeting my piercing gaze. Gritting my teeth in frustration, I addressed the eldest. "Well? Report." "Apologies, Commander. We scoured every inch of terrain from here to the Highlands border. No signs of the dragon or his roost were found." Murmured curses rippled around the room. I processed this new setback, my jaw tightening. We couldn't allow those damnable Aldorians to claim the glory of the last dragon's capture. "Infiltrating the fortress remains impossible then?" I already knew the
Lena's POVFreezing out in the cold, I thought I was finally going to die before reaching the Valorian raider fort. The icy winds whipped around my wet clothes relentlessly as I struggled through the deep snow drifts. Each step became harder than the last as hypothermia slowly overtook my body.Just as my legs gave out and I sunk into the freezing abyss, darkness engulfed my vision completely. "It this how I'll die?"I expected a silent, endless void to be the last thing I ever experienced. But gradually, I felt warmth returning to my bones. The frozen wasteland faded away as hazy shadows moved around me.Muffled voice came caught my attention, my eyelids fluttered open weakly. At first all I could make out was a flickering orange glow - firelight. The voice seemed to have seized.As my vision adjusted, I realized I was lying near a campfire, wrapped in heavy furs. Confusion clouded my mind instantly."Had I somehow made it to the raider stronghold after all?" But no, this was just a
Lena's POV:Although Frost said he would "think" about trusting me, I felt relieved. At least now I had a chance to convince him to help me. That evening, I kept myself busy tidying the tent I shared with Frost. He never stayed inside for long, always conferring with his men or scouting the area. I was shaken from my thoughts when I heard the loud rumble of the warriors' vehicles starting up. I stepped outside the tent flap to see what was happening. The entire camp seemed to be mobilizing for some mission. I stopped a lean, teenage warrior who was rushing past. "Excuse me, what's going on?" I asked. He turned and gave me a hesitant smile. "Oh hi, I'm Jax. Commander Frost is taking the bulk of our forces to spy on that dragon warlord's fortress you mentioned. Scar, I think you called him?"I tensed at the name but tried not to show it. "I see. Do you know when you all will return?"Jax shook his head apologetically. "No telling with these covert ops. Could be a few hours, could be
Lena's POVI awoke shivering violently, my breath coming out in frosty puffs. During the night, the feeble brazier in my drafty tent had sputtered out, leaving me at the mercy of the icy winds howling outside. I wrapped my threadbare cloak tighter, though it provided little warmth. Teeth chattering, I forced myself out into the dim pre-dawn light. I couldn't afford to languish here feeling sorry for myself. Making my way to the cook tent, I found the morning crew already prepping a hearty porridge. "Let me help with that," I offered, taking over stirring the pot. The grateful cooks seemed surprised but welcoming, unlike the suspicious glares I often received from the warriors. We worked together congenially as the sun rose, readying breakfast for the camp.When a batch was ready, I ladled myself a steaming bowl. The hot cereal warmed me from the inside out, chasing away the lingering chill. After eating, I begged some warm water from the cooks to finally clean up properly.As I stoo
Lena's POVAfter sitting in the supply wagon for days, I was glad to finally set my feet on solid grounds. I stretched my body as we filed inside to a flurry of activity. Warriors broke off to the barracks to stow their gear and reunite with comrades. Jax hopped down beside me, flashing a grin. "Welcome home! C'mon, I'll take you to Frost's hall. Don't worry about your things, they'll be delivered."I followed apprehensively as we crossed through throngs of people to an expansive mansion of stone and dark wood. My nerves mounted when I realized this must be Frost's personal estate. What awaited me here?Jax left me standing awkwardly in the grand foyer. Around me, warriors came and went, paying me little mind. Feeling utterly out of place, I lingered by a carved column until I heard loud footsteps approaching."Ah, so good to be home!" Freya exclaimed, face flushed from the cold. "I'm absolutely dying for a hot bath. Lena dear, I'll have the maids draw you one as well after our long
Lena's POV The next morning, I was finishing breakfast when Helga entered and presented a document - the formal breeding contract. With trembling hands, I read through the terms outlining the agreement between myself and Commander Frost. This made it real and binding. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I signed my name on the line. Helga inclined her head respectfully and swept out with the contract. I sat staring after her, feeling like I'd just sealed my fate. For better or worse, I was going to be Frost's wife.That evening after dinner, another maid arrived to escort me to Frost's private room. My pulse hammered with anxiety. Surely he would expect me to consummate our union tonight. But I didn't feel ready; my emotions were still too raw and conflicted. I lingered hesitantly in the doorway until Frost glanced up from where he sat by the window. "Come. It is time we retire." He began preparing for bed, removing his shirt and boots.Panicked, I tried to stall. "Wait, perh
Scar's POVThe harsh clang of swords rang in my ears as I faced off against Brandon, one of the oldest warriors in my service. We were alone in the training arena as twilight fell, having sparred for the past hour. With a final mighty lunge, I knocked Brandon's blade aside and swept his legs out from under him. He hit the dirt hard with a pained groan before lying still, thoroughly bested.I stood over him, chest heaving and vision tinged red. The savage fury simmering within me for days begged for release. But footsteps behind made me turn with a snarl."Peace, Scar," Hermes said, raising his hands cautiously. My oldest friend and adviser studied me with concern. "That is enough violence for today. Come, let us return to the manor."I growled in frustration, the dragon in me straining against its bonds. "Do not command me! I must have an outlet, or..." I trailed off ominously, hands clenching.Hermes considered me a moment. "Very well. If you require exertion, spend your energy on t