The Princess & the Ogre

The maestro of matchmaking mayhem has finally met her... match.

She loves him, but love him she cannot. And yet, she can't seem to help herself.

That beady-eyed, stubborn male has wormed his way into Morgan's heart, she can't even try to deny it. She stopped trying to tell herself she must be wrong, this odd, fated destiny sort of feeling overwhelming her when it came to that blasted Ogre. Deny them the chance at something wonderful, all the same, she does. Why? Because destiny is a big ol' jerkface and what has it ever done for her family but torn them apart, literally and figuratively.

No. It just- It could never be. Things had to be this way. It was all for the best. Theseus would see things in time. Ah... she hoped.

Theseus was used to the fates being as unkind to him as beings were about his looks. He was not some beast of great looks. To put it bluntly, his life has been rather ugly.

And Theseus was accustomed to living as he had and knowing nothing else, even as he yearned for more. Just one pretty thing, he kept telling himself. Just one beautiful thing to come along in this cursed existence. One small slip of a thing gifted his way. That was all he was asking, something to hold onto to get him through this lingering thing considered living.

While he hadn't meant that quite so literally as the universe had seen fit to grant him, there would be no complaints from this Ogre. His Faeii-rie one was more than anything he could have wished for. Strong, cunning, smart, his Dragon princess would be the only one for him. There was just one teeny tiny problem. He had to convince his matchmaking mate of the truth of this.

If there was ever an Ogre handbook and a chapter on things they'd decided were theirs, it would probably go something like this: MINE