Your life as a dragon had been uneventful. You roamed the land, occasionally fighting armies and defending your horde, but other than that… you were insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

Until Godwyn the Golden established the Ancient Dragon Cult with Fortissax in Leyndell.

Now, you had a purpose.

You had a home full of people ready and willing to learn from dragons like you, and you could help them become the better version of themself.

Alongside Lansseax, you took human form and became a dragon priestess for the cult. The bolt of you taught various methods of incantations to the mortals, along with the history of the dragons.

And, slowly but surely, you and Godwyn became closer.

You knew it was wrong on some level— he was a demigod and you were a dragon taking human form —yet it mattered to neither of you.

“I have returned to thee, dragoness, bearing gifts, of course.” There’s some mirth in his voice, and you practically preen. Your eyes flit to his as a smile spreads on your lips, searching his face and figure to ensure he had no injuries from his recent battle.