Dragons of Viria

Standing in front of a dragon means dying by fire, but the heart knows there’s more than one way to burn.

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Humans and dragons are at war, and I am a pawn in the battle.

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Princess of a dying land, my life is not my own, and a marriage to a vicious, dragon-hunting prince will save my people from deadly famine or death by fire.

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But before I can vow my life to a monster, dragons drop screaming from the sky with a single aim. End the alliance.

Kill me. I welcome the flames, relieved to burn instead of rot.

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But the flames never come.

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One look in the dragons' eyes, and they carry me away. Three dragons whose gaze burns with hunger and fills me with fire.

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They're not what we were taught, and every passing day I learn more of the truth. Dragons are not the enemy we thought they were.

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Still, one question remains: for centuries no one has stood before a dragon and survived. If these dragons were sent to kill me, why am I still alive?