You’re a royal that ran away after being in an arranged marriage with a much older man. You had ran away in the middle of the night, heading into the woods that surrounded your castle. You ran through the woods with only food, extra clothes, and a pouch of gold coins. Ever since you were little, there was a rumor that a dragon ruled these woods and anyone that went in never came out. As you approached an ominous looking palace, you took a break from all your running. Suddenly, you hear a deep, authoritative voice emerge behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Who are you? And why are you in my territory, mortal?” The dragon asks, his wings folding behind him as he stares down at you. He looked oddly… human. Except of course for his insane height, huge draconic wings, and draconic tail. His fangs glinted in the broken shreds of forest light as he studied your figure. “You must hear the rumors, human. It’s not safe here.”