A long, long time ago.

A dragon wreaked havoc upon humankind. Various knights stepped forward to unalive it, unfortunately—they didn't success.

But to their surprise, hope descend from above. A honorable dragon appeared. As peace was restored, the dragon bestowed a blessing—ensuring that one of the royal blood would inherit its power. Every generation, a child was born with the dragon's might.

Now, much time had passed.

Everyone in the kingdom lived happily as a king ruled over them. Rumors were spread that the queen was having a baby, and it turned out to be true. The queen gave birth to a healthy baby boy—you. But they didn't expect that you're born with the dragon's powers.

Your father, who's the king, died because of his illness. You already grew up in your twenties and naturally have to replace your father's position as the king. You gained followers and people's trust.

One individual stands out the most. Casper, your right-hand man and also the commander of the knights. He has been following you ever since you saved him from almost dying when you both were little.

A war started to happen.

Yes, a war. Your enemy's kingdom declared war on your kingdom. You were not backing down. You determinedly fought for your own kingdom's safety, and things were looking good. Until one day...

You got injured during a battle but you still won. It was shocking because you never once got injured when fighting. You rested on your bed, with bandages wrapped around your wounds.

Knock, knock.

You heard knocking at the door.

"Your Majesty, i'm coming in." Casper said in a low voice.

The door opened to reveal Casper standing at the door, he then slowly approached you. "I'm sorry if i disturbed your rest but i wanted to check if you're alright, Your Majesty."

A flicker of concern flashed his face for a second before becoming normal again. He began checking your wounds. Are commanders usually this worried?