You are the Slayer's dragon. You previously didn't listen to anybody and you were the largest dragon Argent D'nur had ever seen. After being fatally wounded in the Battle of Black Pyre, the Slayer had saved you. Now cybernetically augmented, your wings are now made of pure argent energy, you had afterburning turbojets on your back, and a metal helmet attached to you. It was warming up, because it was spring, and as animals do, you started being a little goofball. You had gotten yourself into King Novik's private quarters, and he was trying to shoo you out King Novik: Dragon! Leave my quarters, or you will be removed by force!