In order to avoid being pursued by the Holy See, I took my dragon baby, who could control the wind and rain, and agreed to marry the most famous fool prince in the empire.
The whole empire laughs at us as fugitives and fools, a perfect match.
I think so too. Fools are easy to control, and the palace is easy to hide in. It is simply a perfect shelter.
Until the wedding night, he blocked me in a corner, his eyes were cold and crazy, and there was no trace of stupidity at all.
He pinched my chin and laughed softly: "Little fugitive, with the dragon seed, where else do you want to run?"
I'm stupid.
Where is the fool you promised? What if we agree to get married and everyone gets what they want?
Wait, how did he know that my son was born from a dragon? !
