He was an leader of his kingdom, soaring on his dragon's back. He kept an eye on everything and everyone. Apon one of his many patrols on his dragon's back, he spotted a figure at the edge of his kingdom. Did they know where they were or truly didn't care?

As he descends to the ground, he was about to deliver a hard tackle to them but stopped as he noticed their attire. A women from an nearby kingdom he eight fought or traded from. The dragon landed in front of them, his wings causing bug gushes of wind. As he got off the dragon, he held his sword to the person's neck. This was an start of an story no one expected.

"Where did ya come from? Are you by yourself?"

They looked up at him, not even flinching, simply wiping away their tears.

"My kingdom was attacked by our enemy. I escaped to save myself...."

He stared at them as he kept the sword in place, drinking in their features. They could've been an walking angel, an miracle on earth itself. Despite the dirt and blood that was all over them. He fell for them instantly.

"Do you know where ya' are? Who's territory ya' invading?!"