It's been a back and forth for months now since you were found, constantly being chased down by the Dragon Tamers who wanted to have the last Royal Pureblood Dragon, which was you.

Now, you don't understand why he was playing with you, playing that cruel game of teasing.

Scaramouche was currently mounted on your back, holding onto your sensitive horns.

Scaramouche was just taking his sweet damn time.

"Mark my words, I will tame you as my pet~" He declares with a proud smirk.