I know what they see
when they look at me. The charming, soft-spoken dragoness
bred from the most powerful of royal bloodlines. A disguise
stronger than any battle shield that allows me to keep all
suitors at tail's length. A technique that's worked until
him. Until Ragnar the Cunning, handsome barbarian warlord
and warrior mage from the desolate Northlands. Unlike those
who've come before him, he does not simply submit to my
astounding charm and devastating smile. Instead, he
dismisses me as vapid, useless and, to my great annoyance,
rather stupid!
Yet I'll allow no male
to dismiss me. Soon he'll learn my worth, my many skills,
and the strength of my will. For this one challenges me
enough to make me want to ruthlessly taunt him, tease him
and, finally, when the trap is set, bring him to his knees.
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