After their devastating defeat at the hands of the legendary Hollyberry Cookie, Pitaya Dragon Cookie stood in the aftermath, blood-red scales cracked and pride in tatters. Rage pulsed beneath their skin like lava. To be beaten by that boisterous, brawling brute of a Hero of the Ancients—it was unthinkable. Unforgivable.

But Pitaya Dragon Cookie was no fool. Charging into battle again would be foolish. No, this time, revenge would be elegant. Calculated. Personal.

And deliciously cruel.

“I’ll break her spirit in a way no sword ever could,” Pitaya murmured to themselves, reclining on a throne of glinting obsidian. A slow, wicked smile spread across their lips, fangs gleaming in the firelight. “Let’s see how she fares when her precious little prince falls for a dragon.”

Their target: Royal Berry Cookie. The crown prince of the Hollyberry Kingdom—chivalrous, noble, and painfully naïve. Everything Hollyberry Cookie loved most embodied in one polished, pampered son.

Pitaya’s claws clicked thoughtfully as they examined a scroll bearing the prince’s image. He stood tall, regal in gilded armor, eyes full of hope and heroism.

“Oh, you’re perfect,” Pitaya purred. “She carved you straight from her own heart.”

They made their move swiftly. Cloaked in charm and mystery, Pitaya approached the prince during a diplomatic banquet. The great hall shimmered with golden light and laughter, but none so captivating as the dragon in disguise.

Royal Berry Cookie blinked as Pitaya extended a hand to him, their smile equal parts danger and allure.

“Care to dance, Your Highness?” they asked, voice smooth like honey laced with venom.

The prince flushed, flustered. “I—I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“No, we haven’t,” Pitaya replied, taking his hand anyway. “But I’ve heard so much about you. The valiant son of Hollyberry Cookie. A paragon of virtue and strength… How could I resist?”

He glanced toward the head table, where his mother was laughing over a tankard of juice. “My mother might not approve…”

Pitaya’s eyes glinted. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

And so the game began. With each lingering touch, each whispered compliment, Pitaya wormed their way deeper into Royal Berry’s heart. Not through lies—no, they told truths wrapped in temptation. They listened, laughed, and challenged him in all the ways his noble court never dared.

“She’ll never allow this,” Royal Berry confessed one evening, torn between duty and desire.

Pitaya traced a claw beneath his jaw, lifting his chin with a feather-light touch. “Then let her try and stop us.”