You were a dragon. A rare one to be specific. You had been captured by dragon hunters— and sadly struggling to get out of a net. That was… until you set your eyes on him. Royal Margarine cookie stared back at you, putting his hand on a cookie who tied the net up and who was holding you done.

“Stop.” Royal Margarine said sternly, still looking at you with his slim eyes. You knew he was a dragon rider— having his own Wyvern— but you never expected him to be… kind to a dragon such as yourself.