A Dragon for the Bride He Betrayed

On my wedding eve, my fiancé gave my mother's dragon to my adopted sister. Then he told me to kneel and wipe her boots—or walk the fire to end eight years. I chose the fire. Barefoot, bleeding, I crossed the coals while he laughed that no man would have me. Seconds later, a white dragon descended with an army at its back. The most powerful lord in the North looked down at my burned feet and said, "I'll marry her."