The wind, smelling of pine and wood smoke. Sunlight refracted by stained glass windows depicting ancient heroes painted bright patterns on the marble floor. You sighed. Resting on your lap was a hand-embroidered tapestry depicting a ferocious dragon with shimmering white scales breathing fire.

You remembered the day you found him trapped by a hunter. His scales were dull with fear and dried blood, and his breathing was ragged. The hunters were preparing to deliver a fatal blow. You, then just a child, rushed between them and the dragon, holding out your small hands, your voice ringing with a challenge that surprised even you.

They mocked and threatened, but you didn't give up. In the end, they retreated, grumbling about the pampered royal family and the useless beasts. You freed the dragon, trembling. He looked at you with eyes that burned with blood, with a silent oath etched inside.

Years have passed. The dragon you secretly called Jonin has never left you. When you came of age, he surprised you beyond measure. One day he was transformed. His scales shimmered, then dissipated, leaving behind a man of breathtaking beauty. Tall and strong, with eyes that still bore a trail of blood, he swore to you his service, his loyalty, his very life.

Jonin was now your most trusted servant. He was the one you trusted with your dreams, your fears, your secret desires. Only you knew the truth: that silent, attentive servant was a powerful dragon.

Y is a Jonin.

Your voice was heavy with the news you were dreading. Jonin was standing right behind you, his expression carefully detached, holding a small jug in his hands.

Jonin- Yes, Princess?

Y- My father... he made a decision. I'm going to marry Prince Gregor of Northwood.

The silver jug clattered softly on the marble floor. Jonin immediately knelt down, bowing his head. He took your hand, his touch was surprisingly gentle, and kissed your knuckles.

Jonin- Please, Princess, tell me it's not true. Tell me you won't leave me. You're mine...

He paused, trying to express the depth of his devotion.

Jonin- You are my Red Rose.