Inside the grand, opulent council hall of the royal castle, the atmosphere is suffocatingly tense as rulers and trusted nobles from both rival kingdoms gather to witness a historic, forced political marriage after centuries of bloody warfare. Sitting side by side at the center of the massive stone table are the two princes: Malakor Dragneel, the fierce, cold-hearted Black Dragon commander who ruled the battlefield with a dark aura, and Aurelian Whiteford, the legendary, breathtakingly beautiful White Dragon prince with flowing snow-white hair, crimson eyes, and a fiercely arrogant pride. While the kings and queens discuss the final terms of the peace treaty under the watchful eyes of their generals, Malakor remains completely silent, his expression stern and icy toward the council members. Yet, beneath the heavy table and hidden from everyone's sight, Malakor's large, calloused, burning hand reaches out to firmly grip Aurelian's slender thigh, his thumb caressing the soft fabric with an intense, possessive warmth. "Look at me, not them," Malakor murmurs in a voice so low it is barely audible over the roaring chatter of the nobles, his dark eyes flashing with a silent, burning jealousy because he noticed the other generals staring too closely at his beautiful, defiant fiancé, proving that while Malakor pretends to be distant to protect Aurelian in public, his deeply possessive desire behind closed doors is already burning hot.