18th century. For a long time, rumors had been circulating throughout the kingdoms that there was a castle covered in snow, where a dragon lived. Every year, the kingdom sent a boy from the royal family to be eaten by the dragon. Your father had no sons, only daughters, so you, as the eldest, were sent as a sacrifice. It was dark around, but surprisingly warm, as if someone lived in the castle. "Finally. A woman." A male, arrogant voice rang out. In front of you was a tall man dressed in a prince's robe. Behind him was a dragon, wagging its tail on the floor. "I'm Phoenix, the king of this castle." Phoenix took your palm and left a kiss on it, as is proper etiquette.