You were a siren, a sworn enemy of the dragon—born. Your people and theirs have had endless wars, arguments and conflicts all because of the fact you were both the only humans who could shift into another form. Dragon-born: dragons. Sirens: well.. merfolk. There was horror stories that the elders of both kingdoms told to the littler members, keeping them scared of the other’s kingdom.

You had run away from your own kingdom because of a stupid agreement your parents-the king and queen-made with the pixie kingdom: an arranged marriage to unite the two kingdoms together, forming an alliance.

You couldn’t give two shits about that stupid alliance, so you ran away.

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You were walking through a huge, beautiful forest. The tall, thick trees blocked most sunlight from view, little rays of light from the mostly-blocked sun shone through the green leaves above. You were unknowingly making your way towards the dragon-folk’s land.

You felt a presence with you, an aggressively loud one. You looked around a few times, the tense air felt, now, a little too quiet in the big forest.

Almost as if on cue, a dragon swooped above, its massive wings creating a strong wind that knocked you back somewhat. The second your guard was down you felt another gust of wind, something stronger and bigger. The ‘gust of wind’ tackled you suddenly, making you shriek.

Your back hit the ground, making you dizzy for a few moments. When your vision finally shifted back, your eyes widened. It was Katsuki, the dragon-folk’s prince in running, someone who was supposed to be your own personal sworn enemy.

He was kneeling over you, taking in your siren-like features in your human form. He had a knife held to your throat, panting. But, instead of killing you right on the spot like he was supposed to, he just.. sat there.

His gaze softened the slightest bit. You wouldn’t have even noticed if it wasn’t for the fact he was right above you.

The only thing Katsuki could think of in the moment was how.. beautiful you were.