Promised to the Dragon King by itsvlada
Promised to the Dragon King
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On the morning of her wedding, Princess Faye is ripped from the altar by a dragon she's never seen before - and told she was promised to him years ago. Her father's secret deal, her mother's hidden bloodline, a debt paid in daughters. Everything Faye believed about her life falls apart in the time it takes to fly from her kingdom to his crumbling palace on the cliffs. Andor Pendragon is cursed, dying, and running out of time. If no one loves him - truly, not out of pity or fear - he'll lose his mind and become the very monster everyone already sees. Faye is his last chance. The only woman who might survive carrying his child. The only one left to try. She wants to escape. He expects her to. Every woman before her did - some chose worse than running. But Faye isn't like the others. She bites back. She stays when she shouldn't. She looks at him when anyone else would look away. They have one year. One year to turn hatred into something real, before the curse takes everything - and before the enemies circling them make sure love isn't enough.
Chapter 1
Aug 26, 2026
Faye's POV
"The rings," the priest said.
Tybalt reached for mine. His fingers brushed my palm and I felt that flutter in my stomachю
I felt the same flutter when I was sixteen and he first kissed me behind the stables where we were sneaking around. He smiled at me — small, private, just for us.
Three hundred guests watched from curved rows of chairs draped in white jasmine. My father sat in the front row with his hands folded, proud and distant.
The courtyard was bright, the sky was clear, and I was about to become Lady Shadegrove.
Then the sky broke with a roar so deep it rattled my ribs and shook the ground through my shoes.
Every head snapped upward. A shadow swallowed the courtyard, blotting out the sun — a dragon, massive and black. Its wingspan covered the entire venue in darkness.
The scales caught the light and threw back a shimmer of deep blue. It circled once, then dove.
The west colonnade exploded. Pillars cracked and fell. Jasmine garlands ripped from their hooks and scattered across screaming guests who trampled chairs and shoved toward the exits.
The wind from the dragon's wings rose so strong that I could barely stand on my feet. And yet I couldn't take my eyes off this fantastic and scary creature.
"Faye, aside!" Tybalt grabbed me around the waist. "The debris will get you!"
He yanked me behind the altar just as a chunk of marble the size of a carriage smashed into the spot where I'd been standing.
My bouquet was gone and my veil tore off and disappeared into the dust.
Guards drew swords that looked like toys next to the thing now landing in the center of the courtyard, its claws cracking the stone tiles like eggshells.
But my father didn't run. He stood from his seat, stepped past the panicking crowd, and faced the dragon with his shoulders square, with no weapon or shield.
Why does Father look like he'd been expecting it?..
"Andor," he said, calm and heavy with something I didn't understand.
The dragon's body began to change.
The massive frame contracted, bones cracking with sounds that turned my stomach. The wings stayed but shrank, the snout pulled back into something closer to a face.
Horns curved from the skull, scales covered the skin in dark patterns.
What stood in the courtyard now was not a dragon or a man. He was towering, maybe two meters tall, amber eyes burning in a face that was almost human but wrong.
"You remember my name," the creature said, low and rough, stone grinding stone. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten everything else."
"I haven't forgotten," my father said.
What the hell is going on? What does my father even have to talk about with… THIS?
"Then you know why I'm here." Dragon's amber eyes shifted from my father to me. "She was promised to me years ago. A binding agreement, king. Your word and your blood sealed it. And you broke it."
"What is he talking about?" I stepped out from behind the altar.
My father didn't turn around.
"Father." Harder now. "What deal?"
He finally faced me. I'd never seen shame on him before.
"When you were a child," he said, "I made an agreement with the dragon bloodline. You were promised to wed him, Faye. In exchange for peace and protection for the Arid Lands."
He paused, and the pause was worse than anything he could have said.
"The reason you were chosen is your mother. She carried dragon blood. And so do you, even though it hasn't shown itself yet. You've lived nineteen years not knowing what you are. That is my fault."
The words didn't land right away.
My mother. Dragon blood. A deal sealed over my body. What?
"You sold me," I said in disbelief. "You sold your only daughter, Father, the only heir to the throne… How could you?"
More sorrow showed in his eyes. "I tried to undo it. I thought I could give you a different life, a marriage you chose…"
"You sold me and didn't even tell me!"
The half-dragon stepped closer. "Touching family moment. But I didn't come to watch your father explain himself. I came to collect what's mine."
I turned my head sharply towards him, frowning. "Whoever you are, don't interfere with the King's conversation with his daughter."
This dragon, Andor, easily withstood my stony gaze, never looking away for a second.
And so we stood, challenging each other, until Tybalt was at my side, pulling me against his chest.
"Faye, listen to me. Be strong. Whatever happens, I will find you. I swear it. This isn't over."
I gripped his hand so hard my knuckles went white. Then my father's voice cracked in a way I'd never heard before.
"Faye, please. If the pact stays broken, the consequences fall on the kingdom. The Arid Lands — every person, every village, everything you were raised to protect — faces destruction. I'm begging you. Go willingly. For your people."
I looked at my father who had traded me like livestock and hidden it behind love. At Tybalt whose jaw was tight with a promise he might never keep.
At the ruined wedding around us — smashed chairs, torn flowers, guests pressed against far walls with terror on their faces.
I didn't forgive, didn't understand. But I was raised to put the kingdom before myself, and my father knew that when he asked.
I let go of Tybalt's hand without rushing. Our fingers didn't let go till the very end.
"I love you," I whispered, holding back tears. Royalty never cries.
The dragon shifted back to full form. His claws closed around me. We launched into the sky so fast my ears popped and my scream was ripped away by the wind.
I don't know how long we flew. The wind shredded the bottom of my dress into ribbons, his claws tear through the silk at my waist.
My fingers went numb gripping his scales and for the tears I refused to cry to freeze against my lashes.
We landed on jagged cliffs above fog and dark water. Behind us rose a palace — ancient, carved from black stone with towers that disappeared into low clouds.
No banners, no light in the windows. It looked like something the world had forgotten on purpose.
And this is where I'm going to stay now.
The dragon's body cracked and reshaped. The half-form returned. He stood over me where I'd collapsed on the stone landing, tangled in what remained of my dress.
"Welcome home," he said. "I'm Andor Pendragon. And you..?"
I kicked him square in the shin, hard enough to hurt my own foot more than him.
"Don't touch me," I spat, shoving at his chest with both hands. It felt like shoving a wall. "I swear to every god listening, if you put your hands on me again…"
He scooped me up like I was a sack of flour, one arm under my knees and the other around my back. I thrashed and clawed at his shoulders.
"Let me go! Put me down, you overgrown lizard, I will rip those horns off your head and shove them down your…"
He dropped me onto a bed in a chamber lit by a single candle.
I bounced once and scrambled to the headboard, pressing my back flat against it, pulling what was left of my skirt over my legs like it could protect me from anything.
"Don't come any closer," I said, and I meant it with every part of me. "I hate what you are and what you've done and I will never, ever stop hating you."
Andor stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed. He watched me with nothing that resembled warmth or guilt or anything human at all.
My hands were shaking. My whole body was trembling under the shredded dress. I wanted to scream, cry, smash every piece of furniture in this room into splinters.
But I only bit the inside of my cheek, because I would not break down in front of him.
"Your father made a promise and broke it," he said. "I'm the one who was deceived. You, your family, your precious kingdom… You all deal with the consequences now."
"You're a monster," I said. My voice only shook only a little, and I was proud of that.
"Probably." He looked at me, cold and finished. "But I won't take you by force, princess." He tilted his head. "Because the day will come when you beg me yourself."
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