The fire suddenly became smaller. The dying mage, whose hands were tied behind his back, raised his head——
The man who asked him for a drink of water in the wilderness stood in front of him, his eyes turned the color of molten gold by the firelight. A pair of dark, ferocious dragon wings slowly unfolded behind him. The moisture in the air froze rapidly, and the frost extinguished the fire burning the blasphemer.
"I'll take my bride away."
Concept: Love is a domesticated relationship
