He smells like violence. Sweat, dragon blood, and hormone-driven rage.

She smells like sleep, a sour, dusty smell of a hundred years of bittersweet teenage dreams.

He stands over her body, breathless and exhausted. She is his prize. He moves her hair to look at her, alabaster skin made golden in his torchlight. Worth it. Worth it.

Ending 1: He blows out his torch. Lays alongside her body, holding her close. His face in her matted hair. First, he’ll sleep. True love’s kiss must wait until morning.

Ending 2: He places his torch in the sconce next to her bed before taking off his boots and bauldric. He pulls her night dress above her waist. Stares for a moment at his real prize. Climbs on top.

Ending 3: She wakes with a jolt, immediately aware of the weight of him crushing her and his foul tongue inside her mouth. She is too weak to push him off.

Ending 4: He leans down to kiss her. She wakes and they fall instantly, madly in love. The kingdom is restored and they have a shit-ton of babies and live happily ever after.

The Ends