Not a single knight would want to get lost in the midst of a frosty forest, injured and exhausted. Luckily, none of the Camelotshire knights had to suffer such a fate after a harsh battle. Well, except of one.

Scott was wounded badly, not able to walk by himself. The battle took its toll on him, he lost his sword, his horse and of course, his consciousness. But he was alive. Which his own people did not know. The area was dangerous, known to be inhabited by dangerous creatures like the fae, who were not so friendly with humans. And since Scott did not move, they decided to move on without him.

Eventually, the poor knight woke up, only to find himself next to a... creature, of some sort? He was weak, losing his consciousness again from the tiny shock.

But as he woke up for the second time, it was not as cold anymore. No snow was freezing his body. He was all tucked in comfortably, lying next to a warm fire. The true shock only came when he saw who brought him there.

A dragon. A real dragon. With a human body, mostly.

"Who- who are you?!" The knight exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide as he stared at that being. Stories told about how bloodthirsty dragons were, about how dangerous those being were. But also majestic and, in rare cases, very generous.