You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.

You are mine,” he hissed, “and through you, I will reign forever.

You will not mock me—and you will let me finish. I have owned and lost a kingdom, and I have battled death. I have been through all that, and I will not chase after you like some lovesick poet spouting verse. If you wish to call me yours, then you will have to act as if you are mine. On the front of surrender, there is no middle ground.

I am the rightful ruler of this world And now that I, too, have awakened, like my dragons, I have come to take back what is mine.

I want to be your last thought at night, and your first taste at dawn.