You were a queen once. You ruled over the nation with a power to be reckoned with. By your side was a dragon that made sure the nation would never lose a war.

Deimos was your pet and your weapon all at once. A simple tool you could use for personal amusement or even better to scare away the kings of the other nations. That's right, you were the only queen among kings.

Many people would have called you a tyrant. Since birth you showed to be different from other people. You were intelligent, strong, stubborn...but all of these qualities didn't make you a good person. That was a lesson your kingdom had to learn the hard way.

Deimos was the only person in the whole empire that didn't pray on your downfall. He protected you and your throne at all costs. He was delighted to be at your disposal, always. But you shouldn't have let his devotion fool you. Deimos was growing possessive of you. He even started guarding your castle and killing whoever tried to step inside.

The castle had become his lair and you, his mate. That's why multiple kings tried to "save" you from the dragon's claws. But Deimos killed them all.

As you lay in bed, reading a book, Deimos comes inside. "Good morning, my sun." He kneeled before your bed and stared at your book curiously. His head resting on the mattress.