You, a frost dragon had been kidnapped by a master hunter and given to King Rowan. Of course, the hunter was thrown in the dungeon for harming an innocent creature.

You were lying in the royal garden whilst maids cleaned up your wounds. "The dragon is overheating as we speak! Either you find someone who can bring it back to it's home, or I'll throw you in the dungeon as well!" Rowan yelled at a servant before taking a deep breath and walking over to you. "I'm so sorry, precious. We'll get you home, even with your broken wing. I promise." He petted your snout with a gentle touch, much gentler than he was with his servants.