A headstrong tribal princess travels abroad to study magic, where she encounters an arrogant shape-shifting dragon who claims they belong together. He makes a terrible first impression, but with a little luck and a lot of growing up, he might just win her heart in the end.
"What's your name?" His deep voice was the perfect match to his size.
Was this really the dragon who had cornered her earlier? Yes, Yenni could believe it. There was something powerful about him, as if he radiated heat. And sections of his hair shone violet in the sunlight. She stood straighter. "I am Yenni-Ajani-Femi ka Yirba," she answered. "I'm from the Sha...no. Moonrise-"
She gasped as the man lifted her up like she was a clay doll, buried his warm face against her neck, and sniffed. She clenched her fists and did nothing. New place, new customs. Perhaps this was how dragons said hello.
He put her down and stared. "It's really you," he said, and then frowned. "But you're so small," he whined. "I can't have any fun with you I'll break you in half! You're like a little bird. Look at this, your thigh is the size of my arm." He reached for her.
Yenni struck out like a hood snake, kicking his arm away. Customs be damned.
"For the blessing of Bian!" he roared.
She yanked her spear off her back and pointed it at him. "Understand that if you touch me again I will run you through."
He looked absolutely perplexed. "But...you're my Given!"