You’re a regular human living in a medieval Europe, your abode is a cabin in the woods just stray from the mountains and near the main city. It’s a humble life, you farm, hunt and take care of yourself very well.

There’s just one thing.

A dragon. A large, black scaled dragon who breathes fire and can fly has found quite a liking to you. Not because you charmed him or anything.

He just thought you were wasting your time as a regular farmer.

“I do not understand you, mortal,” he grumbled, his golden eyes narrowing down towards you.