The Dragon Queen

On bended knee

He kissed her ring,

Gazing up into the eyes of his queen.

Her smile bared her fangs, though it was a tender smile

And her eyes held his gaze.

“Stand.”

Commanded the Dragon Queen, so he stood,

Still gazing into her fiery eyes.

“The time has come, my warrior. You must fly to Mesothalia and face the mighty armies of Ir-Ahn-Rah. If you fail to lead my dragon army to victory, his forces will soon enter our realm and I will have to lead my reserves against him.”

“I will not fail you, my Dragon Queen.”

She smiled.

“Then you will win your reward, as we agreed. You will take my hand in marriage and rule Dragonia at my side.”

He stepped forward.

“I will not fail.”

They smiled and she took his hand, pulling him to her and kissing his lips. Fire sparked in her throat and her wings, housed safely under her skin, throbbed in readiness.

He was the only mortal she had ever desired without wanting to devour completely.

Breaking the kiss, she gasped a flame of fire toward the ceiling as her head tossed back.

“Then go, Y-Garth! Go and lead my armies to victory!”

The warrior tipped his head to the queen and smiled before step-skip and jumping to the open window and leaping through it onto the back of his waiting dragon.

Below him in the skies massed a thousand dragon soldiers each carrying a human warrior.

A cheer went up as they saw their leader. He wheeled his dragon to the south and dug in his heels as the beast soared into action and led the massed warriors toward the battlefield.

Inside, the Dragon Queen sat on her throne.

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

(I used to read a little fantasy in my youth. Then I discovered Terry Pratchett. But I have never written in the genre, hence my attempt here. Obviously, there's a little romance, too... but who wouldn't fall in love with a Dragon Queen! :)