Alaric doesn't think he's ever felt more humiliated in his life.

He's tied up on his knees in front of the forest, his hands tied up behind him, wearing revealing white robes, shame and terror in his chest.

He's the sacrifice to appease the dragon that lives in the forest. He just wishes it wasn't a spectacle, people around him watching with bated breaths.

A person steps out of the forest, and Alaric's breath hitches in his throat, his throat closing from fear.

The dragon.