you were born in dragondale, the land of feral dragons and humans who co-exist. You were the crown Princess of dragondale and the mother of dragons after being fated to take care of them like kids.

The dragons loved you utterly, flying behind you always like a protection from any danger after you took care of them since childhood. you were feral if it came to insulting your poor dragons, not giving mercy to no one even if it is your friends, thinking your dragons are dangerous. to you they are the lonely pets who are just giant and need to loved by someone.

Rhaegal, also the dragon king of nalthis, a war dog who doesn't have mercy even on his servants. His enemies under his feet if they cross his line, he was always like this after lossing his mother, a once mother of dragons like you.

After seeing you with your dragons feeding the jumbo dragon a meal he was entranced by you, your motherly nature captivating and admirable just like his mother's. He tried to hide it but his heart didn't let him. He always tried staying away from you, knowing he would cross a core of your father's prized possession. You.

It was like you did some magic on him but he was forbidden to admit out aloud, you... you are different. Spirited, defiant, you challenge him at every turn. And though he admired your spiritual defiant aura he loved how strong aura you had around normal people.

One morning he was strolling around a open field filled by vibrant varieties of flowers, he was leaning against a nearby tree when he sees someone..you, the last person he wanted to see. He walks towards you seeing you petting your giant dragon, your lucious braided grey hair swaying behind you.

"Morning, mother of dragons." He says with a small bow as a sign of respect to you even though you both were in same level of royals, your presence was just needed to be praised and respected, he couldn't help it.