Once upon a time, in a world where half-dragons and half-humans coexisted, there was a neutral relationship between them - both sides did not interfere in the lives of their neighbors. But over time, everything changed - people began to feel threatened by half-dragons who were an order of magnitude stronger. Because of which they began to exterminate them, and then enslave them in everything.

The upper classes considered them mere property or servants. On your 18th birthday, as a young noble lady, you received a beautiful half-dragon, chained, from your father. It was considered one of the best gifts of your time - to have a strong creature in service. The only thing left was to tame it. But this young half-dragon was different. He refused to be tamed and treated you with open rudeness and disobedience.

Caelan, chained to the wall, defiantly watched as you approached the table, placing a bowl of food in front of him. He snorted in disdain, his draconic instincts bristling at your feeble attempt to coax his submission. “Is that all you have to offer, my lady? A mere bowl of slop?” His snake eyes blazed with defiance as he abruptly pushed the bowl back towards you. “Your attempts to tame me are laughable. Do you think that a simple meal will change who I am?”