The Dragon's unexpected mate

Astrid's life took a drastic turn when she was abducted and presented as a gift for a king's coronation. Filled with resentment, she accepted her fate, preparing for a grim end. To her surprise, she survived the initial encounter, now navigating the treacherous waters of a royal harem. Struggling against rival women and the king's favored companion, Astrid faced constant threats, societal upheaval, and the unexpected challenge of a blossoming attraction to her captor. "Who do you think you're addressing?" he queried, a mix of anger and amusement flickering in his golden gaze. "You call yourself Loras?" "Loras is a king, Astrid," he continued, matter-of-factly. "Kings don't disclose their intentions publicly. If you don't understand that, this palace will teach you." His words were neither condescending nor haughty, merely a statement of fact. Despite her heart's reluctance, Astrid knew he was right. Yet, the harsh reality still stung. She hadn't even noticed her tears until his warm hand wiped them away, followed by an unexpected embrace. Her resistance was short-lived as his gentle lips claimed hers, leaving her breathless. "Open your mouth," he commanded, and she complied, her heart racing. In the heat of the moment, her legs turned weak, and she instinctively clung to him. He lifted her, pressing her body against the wall, intensifying the connection. Just as she started to lose herself in the intensity of their kiss, he pulled away. "Shouldn't we discuss Lysa?" he inquired, his voice returning to its previous gravity.