Bitter disappointment flooded me. This was all wrong. As comely as this man was, he could not replace the magnificent dragon who had haunted my dreams. How could he sit there so complacently, expecting to be admired, when I didn’t want him at all? I had feared to find a small and underwhelming creature, but this was far worse. Then a dreadful realisation seized me. It wasn’t him that was all wrong. It was me. I had made a horrible, horrible mistake. What had that infernal invitation said? The Red Dragon will choose his bride. But they hadn’t meant a real dragon. They meant a man. This absurdly
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