The flames suddenly died down. The mage, his hands bound behind him and barely clinging to life, raised his head.
The man who had once asked him for a drink of water in the wilderness stood before him. The firelight turned his eyes the color of molten gold. A pair of black, fearsome dragon wings slowly unfurled behind him. The moisture in the air froze in an instant, and frost extinguished the pyre where the blasphemers were burning.
"I've come to take my bride."
Theme: Love is a relationship of taming
