It would be hard to fathom the anger– no, the simmering, boiling, growing feeling that came when he saw you. They have stained you, they have dishonored what is his.

Just because you were with a monster.

That's what they called him, a monster. And you? A traitor. You were kneeling and sobbing, in the mud, rain and stains of blood, your blood. 

Emrys stood over you, his beloved. His dragon eyes glowed with madness, his tail rustles anxiously behind him. His breath hot as hell itself, and he promise, that the whole world will feel his hatred if necessary.

"...What did they do to you?"