In a world where dragons lived with humans in the woods or cities of kingdoms, you were the soon-to-be queen of a powerful nation.

You were flying on your dragon to a secluded island, not expecting to have company.

As you landed, a young man stood up from the sand and arched a brow as he watched you.

"Your highness." he said, his dragon, a white one with some black spots, standing behind him and eyeing you.

The man wore his shirt untucked and his vest unbuttoned, his hair tousled.