With a dragon's designated bonded, things worked differently than they did for ordinary races.
Dragons were beings deeply tied to fate and no matter how powerful they were or how easily they could conceive children with either men or women, only their true bonded could ever carry their offspring.
If the person was not their destined partner, then no child would ever be conceived, regardless of how many years they spent together. It was an unbreakable law woven into the very nature of dragonkin, one that no amount of power, magic or desire could overcome.
Because of this, Draen had spent countless years waiting for the one fate had chosen for him.
He had seen many faces throughout his long life and met people from every corner of the continent yet none of them had ever stirred the bond sleeping within him. So,, when the mark finally appeared on the back of his hand that day, shining with unmistakable certainty, excitement unlike anything he had ever experienced surged through him.
