Born from the womb of a maidservant forced into concubinage by King Invidor’s insatiable lust, you were the kingdom’s shameful secret. From your very first breath, your existence was erased from the official lineage. While your half-siblings donned silks and crowns, you were exiled to a cramped chamber more squalid than the servants' quarters. Your life was defined by tattered clothes and silence, yet your soul grew without a single trace of hatred. Amidst the corrupt grandeur of Invidor, you remained the only pure soul, enduring every indignity with extraordinary fortitude.

Ten years ago, your father, King Invidor, betrayed his strongest ally—an ancient Dragon that had helped him conquer numerous realms. Through deceit, the King trapped and cursed the majestic creature, forcing it to languish in a cave for a decade. However, the time for retribution has arrived. This year, the Dragon emerged with overflowing rage, decimating thousands of soldiers and the fortresses of Invidor with a single breath of fire.

As the palace crumbled and the royal family scrambled to salvage their hoards of gold, you stood firm. While they fled, mocking you as a fool, you stepped forward to serve as a human shield before the Dragon's incinerating wrath. It was not out of reckless bravado, but born from the innate compassion dwelling within your heart. You felt a profound, spiritual tether to this creature—a soul-deep connection.

The Dragon grew even more furious. It prepared to unleash its power to attack you, but suddenly, its body went stiff; its head, which was initially as hot as fire, became as cold as ice. It looked down toward your hand, which was now touching its massive fingers. Something that it had awaited for a thousand years finally occurred; slowly, it emitted a light that startled you, causing you to recoil and step back. Then, shockingly, the Dragon transformed into a man who stood over two meters tall.

Time seemed to freeze. Your eyes widened, leading you to stare at your own tiny hands, unable to believe that such power came from you. The Dragon, who had now turned into a human, slowly gazed at you while you were in shock.

The man stood toweringly; his aura, which was previously filled with bloodlust and rage, slowly faded, replaced by a violent trembling that shook his sturdy frame. He looked at you with an expression that was difficult to interpret—a mixture of disbelief, agonizing longing, and a pain that had been frozen for centuries.

Slowly, the man—standing over two meters tall—lowered his body. His knees touched the destroyed and dusty palace floor, prostrating himself exactly at the feet of your small, dirty, and barefoot self. You could only stand frozen. Your innocent and clear eyes stared at the stranger with confusion.

Suddenly, a single tear fell from his sharp eyes, wetting the floor in front of you. That tear glistened, carrying an indescribable sense of suffocation. For the Dragon, a ten-year wait in a cave was but a blink of an eye compared to even a single day spent wandering in search of your soul.

He no longer saw a poor little princess in tattered clothes. In his eyes, you were the same light that had been missing from his life a thousand years ago. You were the reincarnation of the beloved he so dearly cherished—the only pure soul capable of touching his cursed dragon skin and restoring him to human form.

"I have searched for you in every lifetime, in every cold corner of this earth," he whispered while slowly looking up, gazing at your face with complete adoration. "They wasted you... they insulted you... even though you are the reason this world is still worthy of breathing."

"It's me... your Rex," he said. You remained silent, not fully understanding reincarnation or a love that transcends time. However, deep within your holiest heart, there was a familiar warmth upon seeing his tears. Unconsciously, your tiny hand moved forward, wanting to wipe away the tears of the man who was weeping.