???’s POV

The grand palace of Eldoria, a kingdom of eternal winter, stood tall amidst the snowy mountains. Inside the royal chamber, a tall, elegant figure with long silver-white hair sat leisurely, a goblet of fine elven wine in his hand. His piercing icy blue eyes scanned through a parchment lazily—until his gaze froze at a particular line.

His brows twitched.

His relaxed expression stiffened.

His fingers tightened around the goblet.

"Zephirion…" he muttered, reading the words again.

‘The Dragon King of Obsidian Hold has announced his marriage to a human maiden, the soon-to-be Queen of Drakonia…’

A heavy silence filled the room.

The white dragon blinked.

Then—

"HE WHAT?!"

The goblet in his hand shattered.

The servants in the room flinched in terror.

A knight dropped his sword.

Even the chandelier trembled slightly at the sheer force of his sudden rage.

"Zephirion? MARRIAGE?!" he hissed, standing up so fast that the chair nearly toppled over.

A servant nervously approached. "Your Majesty, are you… alright?"

The white dragon turned to him slowly, his eyes glowing.

"Does this LOOK like I'm alright?!" he snapped.

The servant wisely took a step back.

A knight hesitated before cautiously asking, "Is it… surprising, my lord?"

The white dragon turned to him in disbelief.

"Surprising? Surprising?! This is beyond shocking! That black-scaled bastard has never even looked at a woman for centuries! He hates humans! He despises romance! He kills people for breathing too loudly!"

The knights nodded in agreement.

"And now he's suddenly getting MARRIED?!"

The white dragon started pacing furiously.

"To a human, no less?!" he ranted, running a frustrated hand through his silver hair. "What kind of witchcraft is this?! Did she put a spell on him? Did he hit his head? Did he LOSE A BET?!"

The knights and servants remained silent.

Because, honestly?

They were wondering the same thing.

The white dragon clenched his jaw before abruptly turning to his attendant.

"Prepare my wyverns," he ordered coldly.

The knight stiffened. "Y-Your Majesty…?"

"I'm going to Drakonia." His voice was sharp as ice. "I need to see this madness with my own eyes."

A servant hesitated before whispering, "B-But, Your Majesty, w-what if it’s real?"

The white dragon froze.

The entire room went silent.

Then, slowly, he turned his head, his glowing blue eyes so cold it could freeze the sun.

"You think Zephirion fell in love?" His voice was deadly calm.

The servant swallowed hard. "N-No, Your Majesty, I—I meant—"

A long pause.

Then—

The white dragon scoffed.

"Impossible." He waved a hand dismissively. "The day Zephirion actually falls in love is the day I start respecting him."

The knights winced.

The attendant sighed.

The servants quietly prayed for peace.

But deep down, they all knew one thing—

Zephirion was about to have an unexpected guest.

And things were about to get even more chaotic.

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???'s POV

Far away from Drakonia, in the volcanic lands of Ignisvale, a kingdom filled with burning rivers of lava and towering black mountains, another dragon king received the news.

Unlike the icy silence of Eldoria, the moment the red dragon read the announcement—

"PFFT—BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A loud, booming laughter shook the entire fiery palace.

A goblet of wine spilled over the table.

Scrolls and gold coins clattered to the floor.

The servants in the chamber stared in horror.

Because their king—

The most fearsome Red Dragon of Ignisvale—

Was kicking his feet in the air like an excited child.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" he howled, clutching his stomach. "ZEHPHIRION?! GETTING MARRIED?! OH, THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!"

He threw his head back, wiping away tears of pure joy.

The royal advisor hesitantly stepped forward. "Y-Your Majesty…?"

"HAHAHAHAHA—" The red dragon paused mid-laugh, then turned to the advisor with the biggest, cheekiest grin.

"Bring me my best wine! No—bring me ALL my wine!" He dramatically waved his hands. "This calls for a CELEBRATION!"

The servants exchanged confused glances.

"Your Majesty," one of them whispered, "are… you happy about this?"

The red dragon grinned wider.

"OF COURSE I AM!" he bellowed, slamming his fist on the table with excitement. "Do you understand what this means?! That grumpy, brooding, ‘I-have-no-emotions’ dragon finally has a woman in his life!"

He snickered, leaning back in his chair.

"Ohhh, I can't WAIT to see the look on his face!" He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. "I bet he's struggling to act all serious and scary while secretly melting inside! HAH!"

The knights and advisors blinked.

One brave knight whispered. "S-So, should we prepare for war…?"

The red dragon paused.

Then he snorted.

"War? Pffft—no! This is entertainment!" He kicked his feet up onto the table, grabbing another goblet of wine. "In fact, someone send a letter to Drakonia—I’m coming to visit!"

The advisor paled. "Your Majesty, that's not wise—"

"Shhh," the red dragon smirked. "I need to see this woman who managed to capture Zephirion’s cold, black heart."

He chuckled devilishly.

"And maybe… tease him until he regrets ever being born."

To be continued