Unwilling?
The three-headed demon dragon's crimson vertical pupils flashed with displeasure in an instant, her aura violently surged for a moment, albeit fleetingly.
She sighed inwardly, a helpless rage flaring up, as the dragonborn across from her had the right to say 'no' to her.
She was a demon king, and the dragonborn opposite was also a demon king, who had been somewhat famous over two thousand years ago. Now, returning after more than two thousand years, he was many times stronger than before.
If it were an ordinary dragonborn, she could disregard their will and forcefully abduct them. As for whether the other party would like her or marry her, she didn't need to care at all.
But this dragonborn was different; ignoring his will, she might be stripped of her title as demon king.
