SARANG

She was the last of her kind, forced to marry Hadrian, the hero of the Empire.
"We don't have an existence of our own. I was born a commoner but you were the princess of the dragons. We were cut from the same cloth of destiny."
After five years of bitterness, the ill-fated marriage came to a sudden end with the sacrifice on the battlefield.
"Why?" she whispered, her eyes impaled to the funeral pyre.
"Why did you leave me?" the loneliness was eating away her soul.
"Please come back!"
***
"Duchess?" he smiled, looking so much younger than the last time. The grim lines were rubbed from his face, his eyes clear of that perennial sadness.
"Hadrian?"
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Table of Dragon and her Prince

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Volume 1