I’d thought his jewelry was excessive, but this was beyond my wildest imagination. The cavern was piled in gold, gems, and treasure: trunks of coins, golden statues, furniture, weaponry, and armor. Everywhere I turned, something gleaming caught my attention. Here a fine crown, there a full-size statute of a dragon with its wings spread, and nearby were unfamiliar-looking heavy coins, piled so high they nearly touched the stalactites hanging from the roof of the cavern. Some of it looked brand new, other piles looked ancient, covered in cobwebs and dust.He was a dragon, and this was his hoard.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked. “And it all belongs to me.”“Why am I here?” I asked. “Aren’t I to be your wife?”“Come,” he said. “This way.”I didn’t move. I felt pinned to the spot, frozen, and unsure my legs would carry me if I tried to walk. But there was nowhere I could go. There was only the cavern, and the empty air outside its mouth.Draunar rolled his eyes, then padded back over. He w
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