The Dragon's Wife
She was the Dragon's wife. The Dragon of white and blue flame-the cobalt eyed Dragon.
She had entered into his life at a young age. Rather, both of them were still in their youth when they joined in matrimony. He, the wealthy business owner; she, the rich and mysterious friend of his enemies. No one really knew much about her, her past, or where she came from. All of that she kept hidden and secret, though it did not matter to him. Those sorts of trivial drabs held no interest to him.
He saw her and wanted her. And, as it is well known, Seto Kaiba always gets what he wants.
It had been at a business party over Christmas that the two met. The young CEO of Kaiba Corporations entertaining his guests with talk of global advancements and the like. Every now and then, the sneaky older business men would mention their unmarried daughters, hoping to strike some interest from the blue eyed billionaire. But Seto Kaiba was no one's fool. He knew of these tired attempts of arraignment and was quite annoyed with them by the night's end.
"My daughter is just learning the finer points of management," They'd say. Or "My daughter speaks French and Italian fluently."
Seto would briefly nod his head feigning admiration. Inhaling deeply, the young CEO let his icy eyes roam his entrance hall. All of the faces were either old or hiding an agenda to advance their fortune and family. When his eyes rested on a young woman dressed in wine red did he disregard what the newest father of an accomplished heiress had to say. The Kaiba Corp. President could not take his gaze from her. She was tall and slender, with caramel skin and dark hair coiled into a refined up-do. Only when she moved to laugh did Seto see the trace hints of rich auburn highlighting the chocolate locks.
The front of her dress, Seto noticed, dipped low on her chest giving teasing glimpses of her bust. She excused herself from her conversation and walked over to where the CEO stood with his glass of wine.
Seto watched as her finely tapered waist swung with her steps. Her left leg emerged from the slit- the shapely limb glowed bronze in the soft light of the chandeliers above. Seto was taken with her. And he would not have this blundering man before him ruin any opportunity to speak with you.
"I will give your offer much thought. Thank you Mr. Johnson."
Once the elderly man smiled with success, Seto approached her.
"And whose daughter are you per chance?" He said sipping from his glass.
She coyly tilted her head, her eyebrow raising in humor. "Sorry to disappoint you, I belong to none of the grubbing dullards here tonight."
Seto grinned at her choice of words and her ease of talk with him.
"A shame. If all of their offers were as beautiful as you, then I might rethink their proposals with greater consideration." He took another sip.
The hired band struck up soft holiday jazz of Frank Sinatra and other famed musicians of the Golden Age. She took a full glass of wine from the passing butler and set her empty one atop the silver serving tray.
"How thrilled they would be if they just heard what you yourself just said. I know many heiresses who would literally jump to marry you." She said with elegant informality.
Seto chuckled, his wine glass close to his lips. "And what of you? Would you jump at the chance?"
She looked not at him but ahead at the saxophonist. "I told you I'm not an heiress."
"Alright-but would you? I'm curious to know." Seto eyed her profile with wanting.
She looked at him, her unusually amber pools glittering in the evening light. "I mean no offense when I say this Mr. Kaiba, but I have enough of my own fortune. I do not need to seek yours, nor your title for comfort. So, if you were to ask me to marry you, then I would have to say that no-I would not jump." She gave a sly grin.
She knew that this man was one who held the world in his palm. It entertained her to step outside the norm and not succumb to the hysterics that Seto Kaiba's presence caused in many women. Being indifferent made one stand out. And standing out made one noticed. Seto Kaiba had noticed her and was going to know her name.
"You're the first woman to refuse me."
"How lucky," She said with false thrill.
Seto swallowed the last of his drink and asked, "You are something else. You must tell me your name."
She grinned again, her mind playing out a fun little game. "What if I made you search for it?"
Seto blinked. "Search?"
"Yes. If you cannot find out my name in a month, then I'll never tell. But if you do, then I'll give you a reward."
Seto laughed. This woman truly interested him. He would play along, and he would win. "So, like Rumpelstiltskin I must discover you name. I admit my networks are extensive. When I find out who you are, what will I get in return?"
Seto stepped closer to her. The spicy exotic aroma of her perfume tingled his nose and fingertips.
"What does the famed Seto Kaiba want that he could not already have or get himself?"
Seto embraced her in his cerulean gaze. His mouth forming the words automatically.
"I want you."
Upon hearing that, she smiled. The die had been cast and only a month remained.