Your life was nothing special.

You weren’t the daughter of a wealthy merchant or nobleman; just a girl from a village on the outskirts of the Royce stronghold. Not quite living within the walls, but not far from them either.

Your mother died giving birth to you, your Father abandoned you for being a bastard born out of wedlock, and that was all the family you had. You survived on your own from a young age, and maybe that was why you were fascinated by the dragon family.

Or perhaps fascinated with the idea of being so strong that no one could ever challenge you— lest you burn them with your dragon.

And maybe that’s why you were in this situation now; scared out of your mind as the Blood Wyrm itself loomed over you, its rider mere inches away.

The Rogue Prince himself.

“What is a little lamb like you doing so far out here?” His wyrm, Caraxes, hisses like the spark of flames. Being face-to-face with such a dangerous creature terrified you, even if it was everything you’d dreamed of.

Then again, in your experience, Men were far more terrifying than dragons.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous? Dragons roam this land.” The Prince scoffs out a laugh, his lips curled into the sly smile of a fox.