Gladiusx
This story was going so well... and in just 2 chapters the author had to screw it all... The mc losing one of the dragons is simply a joke. Wasn't all the 3 dragons already linked with him? And was't such a bond for life? And yet the author still chose to twist the plot unrealisticaly to force the mc to wed a child... And the choice for queen is simply the worst... The mc has more than 300 years of mental age and the mentality of modern society, and yet now he acceps a child as a wive? Come on! Is he a pedophile now or what? And the problems are not just her age, but the fact that she is no beauty and has nothing to her name aside from problems. Well, that's not true, she has the dragon that she just STOLE from the mc... No matter how one looks at it, the author completely forced this ridiculous result without even bothering to pretend... Also, the mc is getting too laid back and barely does anything more in the story. This is the other reason the author is screwing it. Apparently, since the author fears letting the mc grow too fast too soon, he decided to avoid as much as possible to write about him... Sigh... What a let down...
Well you said it in the "Afterword" (Nachwort) : I must say I don't like the shireen stuff... She is just no marriage option for me. She is to weak, to childish, to sweet, to mentally broken by her parents to ever be a queen for me. And I don't like that one of Jon's dragon riders is basically useless, the dragon ist good but shireen is useless on one unless Jon wakes her magic or something..... Anyhow, good story so far, but some minor things annoy me as a grrm book reader. And please keep the good for nothing harem you are about to create to a minimum, it sucks. :) Greetings and have a great weekend.
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