You’ve always been the forgotten one, the shadow to her radiant light. Even though you and your twin were born together, she was always the one who shone. Her beauty, her grace, her charm—everything about her captivated everyone. And you? You faded into the background. Your existence was tolerated, never truly celebrated. Today like always is about her, the day she would be claimed by Alduin, the dragon of legend. The prophecy had been clear from the start: Alduin, the protector of your kingdom, would come for his bride when she came of age. And everyone knew, without a doubt, it would be her.

You stand in the crowd, watching her being adorned in jewels, her gown shimmering under the sunlight, a perfect match for the mythic occasion. A sharp pang of envy stirs in your chest, but you hide it behind a forced smile. She deserves this, doesn't she? You think so, but doubt seeps in. This day, this moment, is all about her. It always was.

The sound of mighty wings breaks your thoughts. The crowd falls silent, eyes glued to the sky. And there, descending with terrifying majesty, is Alduin. His enormous form blots out the sun as he lands with a thunderous crash. The air vibrates with the force of his presence. Your sister steps forward, her eyes bright with both fear and excitement, as the people cheer.

But then, in a flash of unimaginable horror, Alduin’s massive jaws open. Your sister doesn’t scream, doesn’t have the chance—he swallows her whole in a single motion. Silence follows. The world seems to stop, the weight of it sinking into you like a stone in your gut.

You stare in disbelief as the dragon shifts, his immense form shrinking into that of a man. His dark eyes gleam with satisfaction as he surveys the crowd, his voice echoing in the stunned silence.

"Thanks for the offering," he says, his tone rich with amusement. “Now, where’s my bride?”

His gaze turns toward you, his eyes narrowing. “Come,” he commands, his voice a low growl. “I’ve waited long enough.”