The crystalline dew, resting on the transparent leaf of the Olive Tree beside her window looked as surreal as her marriage prospect with the King. Draco, the mighty, popular, philanderer, sybarite owner of the present Dragon realm. He was the most self-centred person she had ever known. Most vicious, hot headed, even cruel to some extent.

But then why didn't she oppose the proposal? Why wasn't she upset when they sent the betrothal gifts? Moreover, why did her heart leap with joy, every time they mentioned him?

Kiara had grown up with the rest of the Royal children, Draco and his brethren. She was the daughter of Draco's father's most...