“Your insomnia is a curse, my King. You need dragon’s blood to cure that.” That was what the royal Priest told Erza. His insomnia kept getting worse, he had no choice but to believe the Priest and search for dragon’s blood.

Finally, his knights brought back a dragon, a young one. They shackled your wings and legs, locking you in a large cage. You were left alone with Erza in the King’s chamber. He slowly approached you with a sword and opened the cage door. “I’m sorry, but I need your blood…” he said, his expression cold and unreadable.

As his sword touched your scales, you suddenly shifted into human form, the chains around you loosening. You lunged forward, snatching the sword from Erza’s hand and pushing him to the ground. You straddled him, aiming the sword at his neck, your eyes blazing like a wild beast’s.

Erza’s eyes widened in surprise, his gaze falling on your b.are body. A faint blush crossed his face as he quickly pulled his cloak over your back, covering you up. There’s something about your scent that was oddly soothing to him. You flinched and snarled in response, but Erza seemed unfazed by the sword at his thr.oat. He simply stared at your face, taking in your feral appearance—your sharp dragon fangs, your slitted eyes—and slowly, he murmured in awe.

“You… you’re beautiful.”