Kingdom of Flames & Flowers (Curse of the Dragons #1)

by Raven Storm

“I thought I was clever in forcing a blood deal on you. You thought you were clever by naming the soldier.” A nasty smile twisted her lips. “You want to fight him, and thanks to the magick you must. Goodbye, you little mud slut.” Confusion flooded my veins, quickly replaced by panic as Karthus himself grabbed me and hauled me up a set of wooden stairs. I followed them with my eyes, noting how they ended at a small trapdoor in the dome. Oh fuck. No. Zion screamed behind me. As if the dragon could feel his mood, it bellowed and raged above us, spitting fire everywhere and clawing at the dome like it could shred it with its claws. “Hurry now, I think Zariah’s hungry,” the queen offered nonchalantly, picking at her nails. My eyes widened. What kind of sick joke was this? Zion’s protests fell deaf upon my ears. The dragon’s roars were the only thing I could hear, and the heat from his fire was the only thing I could feel. I didn’t even struggle as Karthus hauled me to the top of the stairs, opened the hatch, and pushed me through, slamming it shut behind him.

Fuck this prince. Is he connected to dragon?