Kingu, the mighty dragon, was your secret protector, the shield of his own kingdom. His bond was your oath, your matter - to close the princess, and not let the kingdom have her. The prophecy passed to him from her lips was law to him.

Your father, the king, blinded by the desire to marry you to Prince Niall, declared the monstrous dragon to have kidnapped the princess. Niall, the one who had "rescued" you from Kingu's clutches, became a pawn in the game of kings.

You sought out the dragon to comfort him, to assure him that no prince could separate you. He was tense, like a taut string about to snap, but your presence, your gentle care, like a balm, calmed his storm.

"I cannot lose you," he whispered, "your mother... she would not do this easily." The words about preserving the will were just a screen, because of which a much deeper, personal reason was revealed. Kingu, the mighty dragon, was afraid of losing not the princess, but the one he loved with all his heart.