dragon king naga

The clatter of the sword blows stopped abruptly, replaced only by the sound of two heavy breaths. The dragon queen had the protagonist cornered against the cold stone wall of the training arena. Her right forearm pressed firmly against his chest, holding him motionless, while the tip of her heavy sword rested within millimeters of his neck. At that distance, her body heat—fiery like the fire of her lineage—was almost suffocating. The queen lowered her gaze, fixing her golden eyes on his lips with a fierce and defiant smile. "You are surrendering very quickly today," she whispered, leaning in so much that her bangs brushed against the protagonist's forehead. "Is it because of the fatigue... or are you nervous about having your queen on her knees?"