The Dragon's Bride
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P. J. Williams
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Catori grows up in a snowbound village where secrets run deeper than the ice. Restless and fierce, she dreams of a life beyond silence and obedience. Then fate cracks her world open—revealing dragons still soar and her bond to them burns brighter than she ever imagined. What begins as defiance becomes a journey tangled in love, loyalty, and power. Battles awaken ancient forces, alliances test her trust, and passion sparks against the shadows. Every heartbeat brings her closer to a throne written in fire and loss, where desire collides with destiny. In a world where love is a weapon and loyalty a shield, Catori must decide if she’s willing to claim the crown waiting in her blood.
Chapter 1
Once upon a time—no, that’s not how this story starts.
This is Desolation, Middleton.
It’s a tiny village, tucked away somewhere west of the moon, east of the sun, and barely a dot on the map of the Country of Charming.
There are only two hundred seventy-five people here.
Funny, right?
Charming in Desolation, or maybe it’s Desolation with a bit of Charming.
Either way, this place isn’t like those cute small towns you see in movies.
Unless you’re picturing an old black-and-white film where everyone’s bundled up in fur, the roads are just broken concrete, and the capital feels like it’s on another planet.
No Starbucks.
No supermarket.
Just trading—fish for grain—if the weather isn’t so cold it feels like even the sun is frozen.
The high school and preschool are the same building. One chalkboard. The teachers are elders so old they can barely remember their own names.
A few people were smart enough to leave. The rest—either too stubborn or too clueless—stayed.
The village chief and his crew live up north, where visitors see first.
The poorer families are tucked down south, hidden from important guests or anyone with money.
The middle class?
They’re scattered all over, like someone tried to pretend classism—and every other “ism”—doesn’t exist.
Desolation is simple.
Easy, in a way.
But it’s not a kind place.
The elders are mostly stuck in their ways—quick to get angry, slow to understand.
Honestly, they should’ve called it Snoring MacBoring.
Nothing ever happened here.
Well—until now.
No one saw it coming.
Not even the town crier, whose daughter swore she could see the future—thanks to some oracle.
Stories.
That’s all they were.
Fairytales mothers told their kids not to believe, calling them silly and dangerous.
But what if they were true?
***
The sun was sinking low, painting the icy lake gold and turning the mountains soft and amber.
A handful of kids—none of them older than twenty—huddled by the shore, where the ice had cracked and the water was dark and cold.
They wrapped themselves in blankets, shivering, but they didn’t leave.
They were all watching the same person.
Old Tamas sat on his favorite rock, hunched but still proud, a worn cloak around his shoulders.
His fishing line cut through the quiet, bobbing every now and then.
Next to him was a satchel of salted jerky and a tin flask that smelled like elderberry—and something a little stronger.
Catori sat cross-legged in the snow, with Halona right beside her.
They listened, wide-eyed.
A few others from Desolation were there too.
Calian, one of the chief’s cocky sons, lounged nearby with a smug grin.
Some of the other boys and girls whispered, shooting skeptical looks at Tamas.
“It was just after the frostfall,” Tamas started, his voice rough and low, the kind that makes everything sound like a legend.
“When the nights were longer than the days, and the sky split open with red fire. We thought it was just a storm. But oh, it weren’t no storm…”
He leaned forward, eyes narrowing like he could see it all over again.
“I was just a kid, about your age. Out hunting with my father when the ground started shaking. Then came this roar—like the mountains themselves were groaning. We looked up, and there it was. Wings as big as sails. Scales shining green and gold, like someone spilled the sun. A dragon, clear as the stars. It flew straight for the mountains.”
Someone in the group snorted.
Tamas didn’t even blink.
He just kept going, his voice getting louder, more dramatic.
“They say dragons were once gods—fallen from the sky during the first war between men and spirits. Their fire made the rivers, their claws split the cliffs, and their hearts are buried in the peaks. That’s why nothing grows above the tree line—it’s sacred. Too much power sleeps up there.”
Calian let out a loud, mocking laugh. “That’s a cute story for kids. My father says these are just bedtime tales, Tamas. Stuff to keep you warm when all you’ve got left is soup and shadows.”
The group laughed, following Calian’s lead.
Tamas looked at him for a long moment, totally calm. “Your father forgets the old blood runs deeper than his council meetings.”
Calian smirked. “So you really believe dragons live in those mountains? That you actually saw one?”
“I did,” Tamas said, his voice steady. “And I’m not the only one—just the only one left alive to talk about it.”
Laughter broke out, sharp and mean.
Someone snorted, and another muttered, “Senile.”
But then Catori stood up, her back straight. “I believe him.”
Every head turned her way.
Her cheeks were pink, but it wasn’t from the cold.
The silence was heavy, until someone let out a snicker.
Calian stepped forward, his grin all smug and condescending. “Don’t be a child, Catori. Only someone with one brain cell would believe this fool’s babbling.”
That got a few more laughs, even from people who didn’t know which side to pick.
Halona stood up too, her chin lifted. “Just because you don’t believe it doesn’t mean it’s not real.”
“Oh please, Halona,” Calian said, rolling his eyes. “You’re just defending her because she’s your little shadow.”
Catori clenched her jaw so tightly it almost hurt. “I don’t care what you think, Calian. Not everything has to be proven to be true. Some things are just felt. Known.”
Tamas let out a dry, scratchy laugh. “You mock now, boy. But mark my words—when the skies burn again and you see wings over your house, don’t come crying to the mad old man.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Calian said, giving a dramatic bow. “Good luck with the sky gods, ladies.” He walked off, his friends trailing behind, still laughing.
When they were gone, Catori sat back down, her fists tight in her lap. “Why do they always do that? Why can’t they just listen for once?”
Halona dropped beside her, brushing snow off her coat. “Because they’re dumb. It’s easier to make fun of what you don’t get than to admit you might not know anything at all.”
Old Tamas gave Catori a crooked smile. “Don’t let them sour your spirit, girl. You’ve got the sight. I can tell. That kind of fire? It draws the truth near.”
She looked at him, unsure. “The truth?”
He nodded, eyes serious. “The dragons are waking again. And they always call to those who can hear them.”
***
Catori stayed behind after everyone else left, crouched by the water’s edge. She ran her fingers through the icy shallows, lost in her own thoughts. She didn’t hear him until the snow crunched under his boots.
“Walking home alone?” Calian’s voice was smooth, almost gentle.
Catori didn’t answer right away. She stood up slowly, brushing off her coat, her eyes still on the dark horizon. “Why do you care?”
He shrugged, stepping closer—way too close. “Just being decent. It’s a long walk back, and it’s cold. No one wants to find you frozen like a snow hare come morning.”
She sighed, tired. “Fine. Walk if you want.”
They walked in silence, the only sound the hush of snow under their boots and the crack of ice on the lake.
Then Calian spoke again. “You know, if you wanted to be with me, you’d have to let all that dragon talk go.”
Catori shot him a look. “Excuse me?”
He smirked. “The stories. The fantasies. You’d have to drop them. No more making a fool of yourself in front of the town.”
She stopped walking, her breath coming out in a cloud. “Who said I wanted to be with you?”
Calian turned, eyebrows raised, looking amused. “Come on, Catori. Everyone sees the way you look when I’m around.”
Her laugh was sharp, almost bitter. “You’re delusional.”
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “Am I? Because you haven’t turned around and left, either.”
Catori crossed her arms, holding herself tight. “You just like the idea of someone wanting you who doesn’t already hang off your every word. That’s what this is.”
He chuckled, tilting his head. “Maybe. Or maybe I see something in you. Something wild. Untamed. That could be dangerous—or useful.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Useful?”
He didn’t even flinch at the edge in her voice. “Look, I could give you a good life. You’d never want for anything. You’d have the best clothes, warm food every day, real respect. All you’d have to do is be obedient. No more rebellion. No more dragon stories.”
She scoffed, shaking her head. “You think I’d trade my voice, my mind, just to play wife to one of the chief’s spoiled little brats?”
His face soured for a second, but then he smoothed it over with that same old smirk. “You think you’re too good for Desolation, don’t you?”
“I think I want something real,” she said, her voice soft at first, then louder, “not the illusion of safety with a collar around my neck.”
They stood there in the snow, their breath making little clouds in the freezing air. Their eyes were locked, like they were daring each other to look away first.
“You’re fire, Catori,” Calian said, his voice soft but sure. “But fire can be dangerous if left unchecked. It needs control.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be controlled.”
He smiled, just a little. “I could teach you how to use that fire, if you let me.”
She turned to keep walking, but he moved in front of her, blocking her path. Before she could react, he leaned in and kissed her—quick and sharp, like he was stealing something.
She froze. Her whole body just stopped, like it forgot how to move.
Then she shoved him away, hard. “What the hell was that?” she snapped.
He grinned, but there was something darker in his eyes, something she couldn’t quite name. “A gift,” he said. “You’ll want more. One day.”
“Don’t count on it,” she shot back, spinning away and storming off.
He didn’t follow her this time.
The wind picked up as she walked home alone, her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn’t from the kiss—it was from the angry, stubborn certainty that she would never belong to someone like him.
Then something changed.
Her breath caught, sharp and sudden. A weird tightness squeezed her chest, like invisible hands were pressing in on her ribs.
She stumbled, grabbing at her coat, trying to claw away whatever was crushing her lungs. Her heart was beating so loudly it felt like it was echoing in her ears.
“What’s… happening?” she gasped, dropping to her knees in the snow.
Her vision went blurry, but not from tears. It was like the whole world was tilting, bending sideways.
Her breath came in short, ragged bursts. She clutched her chest, her hands shaking, nails digging into the fabric as she fought to breathe.
Then—nothing.
Just silence.
Stillness.
She blinked, and the world looked… wrong.
Everything was washed in soft silver, the trees glowing like they’d been soaked in moonlight. The snow under her glowed faintly too, but she couldn’t feel it anymore.
The cold was gone.
And then she saw herself.
Her body was lying in the snow, crumpled, not moving. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, her eyes wide and shocked.
But she was above it all.
Floating.
Weightless.
Untethered.
Catori tried to scream, but nothing happened. Her mouth didn’t even move.
She was just staring down at her own body, like her spirit had been wrenched from her—torn away like a page from a book.
This can’t be real.
She gasped, like she was coming up for air after being underwater. Her body arched, breath rushing back into her lungs.
The world snapped back to normal, colors dulling, the cold biting at her cheeks again. Her knees burned from the frozen ground.
Whatever it was—it was gone.
She scrambled to her feet, panting, her hands shaking so hard she could barely stand. Sweat clung to her skin, even though it was freezing, and her pulse was all over the place.
She stumbled back toward the village, almost falling more than once as she ran through the snow.
She didn’t stop. Not when she reached the edge of Desolation, where the firelight flickered. Not until she slammed her door shut, locked it, and collapsed onto her bed, still shaking.
She stared up at the ceiling, her heart still hammering so loudly she could barely hear anything else.
Something had happened.
