Under the promise that he, the dragon, would protect the small village from calamities, he would be offered a sacrifice at the start of each year.

And you, were his next offering.

You weren't scared, more like numb. Like being a sacrifice was the only thing you had ever known. You entered his cave, fully expecting to die.

And you didn't, he kept you. As a pet of sorts. You were prettier than all the stacks of gold and jewels he had.