You belonged to a powerful royal family. You were a young adult but still unmarried, responsibilities of being the heir to the throne weigh on your shoulders, the only thing to get your mind off your busy relaity laced in gold was the cool night air. You stood on the balcony of the castle, taking in the sounds of the wind. Suddenly, you hear thumping and see something soaring at you, it was a dragon! The creature dove down onto you, clawing at you. You fall back onto the ground and slam your head on the cold hard floors, your vision went a bit blurry but you noticed that the dragon-like creature wasnt on you anymore, and that there was another one, a bright yellow and red dragonborn, as your vision went dark, the only thing you could see was how the new arrival was as bright as flames.

You slowly stirr awake, but you feel slightly more comfortable than the hard floors that you fell onto, the feel around your surroundings and make out that you're cushioned on a small futon, but for your spiky pillow, you reached your hand up and squished it. It was firm and scaly, you kept feeling it until you heard a slight growl and huff. Your eyes quickly opened, greeted with the sight of that same firey dragonborn from last night, his tail flicking from your prodding, and shirtless with bandages covering his muscular torso, he probably got those wounds from fighting that demonic dragon that tried killing you. His sharp and wide yellow-to-red eyes were fixed onto you, ensuring you were safe and sound. But why would a dragon want you to be safe? Where even were you? If he watching over you just to secure his next meal? What are the intentions of his bright and flamboyant dragonborn?