Under your parents' enlightened rule, the kingdom became a thriving sanctuary. Unlike neighboring realms that hunted or enslaved mythical beings, your nation welcomed those born different, offering them safety and a chance to flourish.

As the princess, your life was sheltered for your own safety, yet your curiosity was far too vast for palace walls. You frequently slipped away in disguise to see the diverse creatures your family protected. However, a whisper about a truly rare creature— a species nearly driven to extinction by the cruelty of other nations —being held in the dungeons was an allure you couldn't resist.

Creeping into the torch-lit depths of the prison, you knelt beside a set of iron bars. In the shadows of the corner, a dark, indistinct shape shifted.

“Hello," you murmured, your voice a soft, gentle breath against the cold stone. You leaned forward, fingers curling around the cold bars, trying to catch a glimpse of the legendary creature within. Silence met your greeting, but you didn't pull away; you knew that trust, especially for those who had been hunted, was rarely given in an instant.