[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-saya-and-the-dragon":3,"chapter-saya-and-the-dragon-saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-220":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Saya and the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1705029,2177,"Chapter 213: That Kind of Proposal","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-220",220,"\u003Cp>Chapter 213: That Kind of Proposal\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s dusk when I find him. Out by the training yard, in his shining bloody armor like some sculpted idiot from a bard’s wet dream. Sir Odran the Magnificent. Sir Odran the soon-to-be-married. Sir Odran, soon to be financially liquidated by yours truly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, darling,” I purr, leaning against the fence post with one leg bent just so. “Got a minute? Or are you too busy pretending you know how to joust?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flinches like I’m a bee with tits. “Saya. No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, you absolute knob. Listen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighs, defeated, because of course he is. They always are.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a business proposal,” I say, “A professional one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He narrows his eyes. “Are you here to stab me, seduce me, or steal something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not all three?” I grin. “But mostly, I’m here to make you rich.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gets his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” he says cautiously. “Go on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ok look,” I begin, pacing in front of him like a general briefing a very dumb lieutenant. “You’re engaged. Congrats. But you and I both know the real bride in this story is the dowry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t talk about Iselda that way,” he says, but even he sounds like he’s trying to convince himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wave it off. “Anyway. Here’s the pitch. We kidnap you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not for real.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He keeps staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ok fine, real enough to sell it,” I admit. “You vanish. Tattered tabard, a broken sword tossed on the roadside. Your precious in-laws panic. They cough up ransom—a lot of ransom. Dragon and I split it three ways with you. Boom. Everyone’s happy. You don’t have to marry lace-knickers. I get to humiliate some nobles. Dragon gets to torch a barn. Win-win-win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinks. “You’re insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No I’m practical. You get the money without the marriage. I get revenge and a cut. Dragon gets to light something on fire. Think of it as… ethical crime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He puts a hand to his forehead. “Is this seriously your plan? You come here—after everything—and propose we fake a kidnapping?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lean in. Real close. Whisper: “Don’t tempt me, Oggie. We could do a real kidnapping. I’m flexible. We know a cave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He actually backs up a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grin wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can have you bound, gagged, and dangling from a tree before sunrise. The Dragon has a rope fetish and excellent handwriting for ransom notes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are considering it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…No I’m not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You so are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhales like a man who just realized he left his virtue in a different pair of pants. “Three ways, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Split down the middle. Except my third’s a bit fatter for logistics and emotional damage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He runs a hand through his hair. “You’ll betray me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably. But I’ll warn you first. That’s practically love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He groans. “Fuck it. Fine. But I’m not climbing into a burlap sack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I clap my hands. “That’s the spirit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—is this legal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stop. “Odran. Sweetheart. I once forged emancipation papers using a tampon string and goat blood. Nothing we do is legal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He puts his face in his hands. “I’m going to regret this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Definitely,” I say, already planning the fake bruises, the dragon’s dramatic entrance, and the matching hostage outfit. “But we’ll regret it together.”\u003C\u002Fp>",544,"2026-06-06T14:39:25.900Z",1,"novelbin.me","83d88a3e0ce046f76e00786f19a2deb5b83164aadde418107612a347f35ab51a","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-221","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-219",228,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsaya-and-the-dragon-cover.jpg"]