Once upon a time, a scarred dragonprince runs after a flower maiden in a night as dark as his heart. You, The girl know the only way for her to deal with it is not to stop running.

You wonder how far it will get you.

How a night that started with singing at the border of a lake, bored with your feet swinging in the water, your fingers treading your hair, only to do something with your hands, ended up with you in this situation.

But you also understand how you got into this mess. Every nymph knows to run when seeing a man, for they always take more than offered, however, yoy decided to do something different, had you really thought well about it? No.

It’s just that you had longed for some company, to not be so alone.

So you did not run when he approached you, did not deviate your eyes when they stared at each other, you decided to smile at him — had you really thought something good would come out of it? — and to not fend off when his hand came to your hair.