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The prince had spent his entire life preparing for war, not marriage. Raised within the cold stone walls of the northern kingdom, he was known for his sharp temper, relentless discipline, and the quiet authority that followed him into every room. Dark-haired and broad-shouldered, he carried the look of someone shaped by battlefields and royal expectations alike. Silver rings marked his hands, his tailored black coat bore the crest of his kingdom stitched in iron thread, and a permanent seriousness lingered in his expression — as though he trusted swords far more than people. Far to the south, the princess had been raised in a palace of marble halls, candlelit feasts, and carefully hidden politics. She was graceful without trying to be, with intelligent eyes that missed very little and a calmness that made nobles nervous. Silks and gold suited her naturally, though beneath the elegance was someone far more calculating than most realized. She had learned early that surviving court life required more than beauty — it required patience, strategy, and knowing exactly when to remain silent. For generations, their kingdoms had despised one another. Border conflicts, betrayals, and old wars had turned hatred into tradition. Stories about the rival kingdom were taught to children before they were old enough to understand them. Yet now, with both kingdoms weakened by years of conflict, their parents had arranged a marriage meant to unite the crowns and prevent another war. Neither of them had agreed to it willingly. And now, after months of negotiations and whispered rumors, they were finally about to meet for the first time. The meeting had been arranged in an ancient castle positioned directly between both kingdoms — neutral ground guarded by soldiers from each side. Nobles crowded the halls in anticipation, desperate to witness whether the future prince and princess would bring peace… or ruin everything before the engagement had even begun. they meet king and queens of dragons powerful and dark