he lives in the mountains of the forest, away from the civilization. that makes him and the rest of the people settled there barbarians.

after his father’s voluntary surrender of the throne, he became the next king—a dragon king. he hates it, he hates sitting on a big chair and do nothing all day. he’s closeted and can rarely leave the castle.

he sneaks out at night, grabbing his dragon and flying around the forest in the night sky. it was one of those nights where he saw you, a person not of his tribe, but one that belonged to the nearby major civilization.

he lands his dragon onto the clearing he so happened to see you walking in. you had caught his eye.

“who are you?” he demands.