Everyone in the kingdom feared Lady Blair Waldorf.

Not because she was cruel.

Not because she was ruthless.

But because she was the only noble in the realm who walked with dragons.

And she walked with them like they were house pets.

You learned this the hard way the first day you were assigned as her personal advisor.

You stood in the courtyard, clutching your notes nervously. Rumor said Blair used her dragons to incinerate people who annoyed her, but surely that was exaggerated—

A sudden gust of wind knocked you backward.

A massive shadow passed overhead, followed by a roar that shook the stone walls.

You screamed—and then a hand caught your arm with elegant precision.

“Oh, do stop panicking,” Blair said, steadying you easily. “He’s just saying hello.”

You blinked up at her. Blair looked immaculate as always—dark curls neatly pinned, gown perfectly tailored, expression somewhere between annoyed and amused.

Meanwhile, a dragon the size of a carriage landed behind her like a loyal guard dog.

Your voice cracked. “H-he… that thing… he tried to eat me!”

Blair sighed dramatically. “Please. If he wanted to eat you, you’d already be charcoal.”

The dragon snorted, a puff of warm smoke curling around her.

Blair patted his snout. “See? He likes you.”

“He likes breathing,” you muttered.

Blair smirked. “Same thing.”