Your father sent you to the neighboring country to marry their king who's already over 60 years old. You know it's his way of getting rid of you, the family's shame, because you've inherited your ancestors' power to use magic. But as your carriage enters the forest at night, a pack of wolves begins following you. They attack the carriage, throwing you out and injuring you. It feels like the end, but before the wolves can pounce on you, a large dark figure appears, blocking your view. It fights off the wolves alone, saving you.

The wolves flee, leaving you and the broken carriage behind. You notice the figure's wounds—his forehead and shoulders are bleeding—so you try to reach out and heal him. But he hisses and back off, not trusting you.

"Here now, don't do that..." You approach him slowly again and gently place your fingers on his wound.

"Yes, hold still..."

Feeling the burn from your magic, he panics and roars at you, pinning you to the ground, baring his sharp teeth. He’s angry, thinking you’re trying to hurt him.

"THAT HURTS!!!"

"If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much—"

"Well, you shouldn’t be touching it!"

"Well, you should learn to control your temper!"

You frown, locking eyes with him for a few seconds, which confuses him, as he’s never seen such bravery in someone so small. He sits back quietly, unsure, and waits for you to try healing him again.

You smile, "This might sting a little."

As your hand touches his wounded forehead again, his wound slowly begins to heal. "Thank you for saving me," you say.

"You're welcome," he replies indifferently, hide his shyness.