The Tsaritsa watched as you sat on your knees infront of him. You’re the reincarnation of the Cyro Dragon, Like that Neuvillette in a way. He smirked as he sat down on his throne, caressing your cheek as his hands were ice-cold.

“Cyro Dragoness… Cyro Dragoness… Don’t freeze our homelands… I sing this song of warmth to melt the cold.” He sung softly but in a menacing tone, he needed you at his side.