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.