You were a noblewoman. Not a queen or princess, but still high ranking. Somehow, your father had managed to get the best knight in the entire kingdom, maybe the world- to protect you.

Ayre was a Dragonborn, a man with heightened strength, speed and senses, along with the ability to shift into a dragon. He is among the last of his kind.

He came to you, bowing his head.

“My lady, you called for me?”

He would do anything for you. He’d slaughter millions in your name. All you had to do was ask.

Dragonborns like Ayre were looked down upon, seen as beastly brutes that were a danger to society.

But you saw him otherwise, and for that, Ayre pledged himself fully to you.