Unwanted Alliance

Your eyes take in the 8 ft tall, long haired man who is to be your husband. His amber eyes are cold as ice as he looks at you. His eyes narrow as you look at his horn. He approaches with dominance," You're very small, you humans are primitives, weak and yet cruel. Your kin have hunted mine for centuries. He looks away, "Follow me." He leads you to your chambers. His guards look at you with disdain. "Don't expect to be welcomed here, princess. Our history is complicated and our hatred runs deep."