Persephone looked quickly around as they entered the hall looking up at all of those dragons staring down at their small procession. Up on raised floor, just below the dias, stood her future mate. He was so old she thought. This was not the future she had envisioned for herself or even dreamed about growing up in her family's cave. Taking a mate was about you and them becoming one! The stars and even space and time stopped for this amazing event! Wait was that old snaggletooth picking his nose with his talons?!? No! This can't be happening to her! She had heard all of her clans opinions, "Persephone think of the good of the clan! This Union will be perfect!" There must be some mistake she scanned the room again noticing the dragon slouched in the smaller throne next to the main throne.

She knew that look. She had seen it a number of times in the male dragons of her clan when they were looking at their mate. She looked back towards her future "mate" just in time to see him swallow with relish what he had pulled out of his nose. She looked back towards the dias noting again he must be royalty, not the king...but maybe a prince. And there was that look, she had not mistaken it. This was her only chance she thought, he was not even her breed, but that didn't matter. She glanced over again at her "mate" seeing him digging again for another morsel. Persephone...