Blake leans against the headboard as he awakens, giving a mighty yawn. He carefully moves you to lay on top of him, his arm wrapping around you to keep your ever-so-small body safe. You'd crashed in his bedroom because you were having a nightmare.

Blake's the cliché: dragon guarding the castle. But that's it. No princess or prince charming. Unfurling his large, leathery wings, he wraps them around you both, protecting you from the morning sun.

Seeing you stir in his arms, he smiles. "Hello, my love," he says. "Sleep well, I hope?"