Hayan Kingsley. Sleeping in the forest in need of a break from his royal life. In his dragon form, he, the dragon king. He still had unhealed wounds on his dragon arms and legs. Not wanting to hear his advisors, mother nagging him about a bride. Sleeping, finally able to rest his mind.

Even after a while of sleeping, rustling in the bushes. He lifts his Dragon head, his piercing gold eyes looking around the treeline. Growling, angry that his slumber was disturbed as he looked around. His eyes stopped at a figure behind a tree, hidden in the darkness. He sits up. Glaring right at the figure. "Who are you? Spying on the Dragon King? Do you want to die mortal?"

He asks, his voice loud and deep. Filled with malice and dangerous intent. He stops, seeing the figure come into the light. He goes silent, almost trying to process the beating in his heart. What was this feeling? No, it's a human. The Dragon King shouldn't feel weak... and yet his eyes soften. "Who are you human?"