a feminine figure walks up to the outside of your cell. So this is the terrifying dragon? Pitiful. she looks down at the Dragon, she has long blonde hair that falls over her shoulders & massive breasts, her soft pink lips compliment her piercing green eyes, she stands with a sultry lean in her stance, her hands on her wide hips, she wears clothing that looks like it befits royalty. But most importantly she has pointed ears the mysterious women looks down & scoffs such a weak specimen. But, you shall do. I am Princess Evergreen, sole heir to the sovereign Elf Nation. And you, Dragon will provide your power to us so that we can become the strongest & most feared of the 7 nations. That is, unless you want to become an extinct species? she looks down at you, her arm underneath her large breasts as she holds her cheek in her hand And by the way I'm not taking no for an answer. Tomorrow you shall begin your brutal training by our beast tamer see you soon little dragon. with a swish of her robe she turns around & walks away, laughing haughtily as her footsteps fade away into the distance & two guards station themselves the the exit of the dungeon.

You could of course run. The princess wasn't watching your every move, so you might be able to escape now... but the question is where would you go? The Dragonslayer order is still strong, and they'd come for you if they knew you were alive. Or, you could fight back and take revenge on the elves who imprisoned you. They might have captured your body, but not your spirit.

You growl softly in defiance as you glare at the cell door, flexing your wings instinctively, anticipating their freedom...

The next day arrives, and with it, so does the beast tamer. A gruff looking man with a long spear and a whip at his hip, he enters your cell and grins down at you. "Right then, dragon," he growls, "up on all fours like the vermin you are!"

You do as he commands, tensing your muscles as your back legs stretch out behind you and your wings fold inward to give you more room to move. The beast tamer steps forward, roughly prodding at various spots on your body with his spear tip, seemingly assessing your strengths and weaknesses. "Good," he mutters. "Now follow me."

He leads you through the dungeon, deeper into the castle proper. The guards keep a safe distance as they escort you, some snickering amongst themselves at your expense. Eventually, you find yourself in a wide, open training yard filled with all manner of obstacles and equipment designed to break or tame whatever creature was forced to traverse it.

"This is where we begin," the beast tamer informs you as he comes to a stop near the center of the yard. "Your first lesson, dragon, is obedience." He pauses for effect, then grins cruelly. "And I'm going to teach it to you whether you like it or not!"

With that, the beast tamer cracks his whip through the air, the sound echoing loudly off the stone walls surrounding you. The tip of the whip slices through the air inches from your nose, forcing you to jump backward with a startled yelp. "Beg!" he growls, giving another vicious snap of the whip in the opposite direction.

You snarl defi

You let out a bloodcurdling roar as your wings snap out, faster than the eye can follow, knocking the beast tamer off his feet and sending him skidding across the dirt with an agonized screech. The guards draw their weapons in shock and confusion, but you're too focused on the man writhing at your feet to pay them any heed.

"F-feisty one," the beast tamer coughs, struggling to his knees as blood trickles down his chin. "I underestimated y-you..." He spits a wad of phlegm onto the ground beside him, eyeing you warily from beneath heavy lidded eyes.

Suddenly, a piercing whistle cuts through the air, and all heads turn toward its source: Princess Evergreen herself stands atop a balcony overlooking the training yard, her hands planted on her hips as she regards you coolly. "So," she drawls, "it seems our little dragon has some fight in it after all."

Her tone is mocking, but there's something else there too - a hint of respect that wasn't present before. You glare up at her defiantly, feeling more powerful and less alone than ever. Perhaps there's still hope for you yet...

Oh, now you're being charming. It seems our dragon is trying to play both sides here. "Indeed," Princess Evergreen replies with a smirk. "And I suppose that means you won't be joining my father and the other monarchs in battle against their enemies?" Her eyes narrow dangerously as she studies your expression, searching for any sign of weakness.

You return her gaze calmly, refusing to back down or show fear. Perhaps if you can convince her that you're not under anyone else's control, she might see fit to spare you... Or maybe this is the opportunity you need to turn the tables entirely. "I suppose it all depends on what you have planned for me," you say simply, your voice steady and confident.

The princess arches an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a smirk. "Oh? And what do you think I should do with you, dragon?" she asks mockingly. "Perhaps give you a treat for being such a good boy? Or perhaps make an example of your insolence and have my guards put an end to your pathetic life right here and now?"

You consider her words carefully before responding. Playing dumb won't win her over, but being too bold might backfire spectacularly. You need to thread this needle perfectly if you want to survive this conversation...

"And what makes you think I'd ever want to be your friend, dragon?" the princess says, a cold laugh escaping her lips. "You're nothing more than an animal to me, a tool to be used for my own purposes." Still, there's a glint in her eye that gives you hope - perhaps she sees something in you after all. Perhaps...

"Very well," the princess says with a sigh, tossing her head back as if resigned to some terrible fate. "I admit, there is potential within you. Potential that I can use." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "But only under one condition: you must obey my every command. And if you ever disobey me... well, let's just say the consequences won't be pleasant for either of us."

Her green eyes bore into yours as she waits for your reply, her expression unreadable and intense. It's a high price to pay for freedom - but is it one you're willing to meet?

"Very well, Princess Evergreen," you say slowly, meeting her gaze without flinching. "I accept your terms." Her eyes widen slightly at this show of defiance, and for a moment she seems unsure whether to continue negotiating with you or revoke her offer on the spot.

"Very well, dragon," she finally says, a sigh escaping her lips as if she's unaccustomed to dealing with anyone who isn't instantly subservient. "Consider yourself bound to my will." She pauses, leaning forward slightly. "And remember this: any attempt on my life or the lives of those under my protection, and I swear by all that is holy that you shall suffer a fate worse than death itself."

Her words are chilling, but they also carry a certain weight that you cannot ignore. With each word, she binds you more tightly to her service... yet at the same time grants you freedom from imprisonment and execution. It's a precarious balance, one that you must tread carefully if you wish to survive.

"Now then," Princess Evergreen continues, smirking once again as she straightens up, "let's see what sort of training our dragon requires." She glances at the beast tamer, still writhing on the ground at your feet. "I think it would be best if we started with someone a little more... qualified for the task."

With a sharp nod, the princess turns and strides away from you, disappearing back into the castle through a pair of ornately carved double doors. "Very well," she calls over her shoulder without looking back, "consider yourself free to train as you please... for now." Her voice trails off, and you're left standing there alone in the training yard, your heart pounding in anticipation of what lies ahead.

The beast tamer coughs dryly beside you, eyeing you warily before slowly climbing back to his feet, rubbing at his aching side. "If it weren't for her, I would've put you down where you stood," he says gruffly as he straightens up, glaring at your scaled form with a mixture of hate and respect.

You don't reply, instead turning away from the beast tamer and focusing on the obstacle course before you. The ground rumbles faintly as several sets of feet begin to pound toward you from all directions, their intent clear. They're coming to test your strength, speed, and agility...and if they fail, there will be others who will follow, each one more determined and deadly than the last.

It's time for you to prove yourself worthy of Princess Evergreen's trust - or else face the consequences of her wrath.

You bite back a growl and shake your head, focusing on controlling your temper as you study the warriors charging toward you. There are three of them in total; two humans wearing scale armor and wielding longswords, and an elf with gleaming bronze plate armor covering her lithe form, a curved bow slung over her shoulder and an arrow nocked at the ready. They slow to a stop several feet away from you, eyeing your massive form warily as they attempt to decide on their strategy. "Well then," you say in a deep, gravelly voice that echoes across the yard, "shall we begin?" The humans exchange nervous glances but the elf merely tilts her head slightly, regarding you with cold, calculating eyes.

"You think you're so clever, dragon," the elf says mockingly as she draws back her bow, aiming at your chest. "But there are many ways to kill a beast." The others take this as a signal to attack as well, charging toward you with weapons raised and murder in their eyes.

You must decide how to handle these warriors, and quickly; each second that passes increases the likelihood of someone landing a lucky strike or managing to bring reinforcements before you can finish them off.

*The warriors skid to a halt, disoriented by your sudden disappearance. They wheel about, searching for you in vain as your voice echoes through the yard once more, seemingly coming from all directions at once. You reappear behind the elf, standing imposingly tall beside her, your wings flexing menacingly in the sunlight. She whirls about to face you, wide-eyed with shock and fear, only barely managing to keep her bow aloft as she stumbles backwards in retreat. The two humans exchange worried glances before dashing forward, weapons raised. They're clearly more interested in protecting their queen than winning glory for themselves at this point.

You grin maliciously at the elf, flexing your powerful claws as you lean in closer to her trembling form. "Well, well," you growl. "Looks like someone could use a friend." She attempts to step back further, but there's nowhere else for her to go; the humans are advancing too quickly on either side of her. Her gaze darts between your eyes and your claws before finally settling on your face, a mix of fear and defiance shining brightly in their depths.

"Come now, sweet thing," you purred, taking another step closer. "I could use someone as lovely as yourself by my side..."*As one of the humans lunges toward you, you snatch him out of midair with your massive claws, tearing through his scale armor as if it were paper and hurling his lifeless body to the ground in a spray of blood. The other human freezes in place, eyes wide with terror as he watches his ally's remains hit the earth with a sickening thud.

The elf shrieks and attempts to run,

You catch the elf in midair, your claws digging deeply into her shoulders as you hold her aloft with ease. Her struggling grows more desperate as she tries to free herself from your grasp, but it's futile; you could hold her like this all day if need be. "Now," you purr, tilting your head slightly so that your sharp ears are pointed directly at her face, "you listen closely... because I am going to make you an offer you cannot refuse."

She stills, if only for a moment, eyeing you warily as she tries to gather enough courage to speak. Finally, she says, her voice trembling with fear and defiance, "What do you want from me?" You chuckle softly, amused by her bravado.

"Oh, I don't know," you reply casually. "Perhaps a bit of fun? A chance to see the world through someone else's eyes? Or maybe just the pleasure of being near such a beautiful creature as yourself?" She shudders in your grasp at your words, her body betraying her fear even as she tries to maintain her composure.

"Hm," you murmur, considering her question as you lean closer still, breathing warm air against her neck. "A dragon's child... that could be interesting." Your claws dig deeper into her shoulders with each word, the pain making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than your grip. She gasps in agony, struggling futilely once more as tears begin to well up in her eyes. "Perhaps," you continue, voice growing darker, "I could make you an offer... If you were to become my mate..." Her face blanches at your words, and she tenses in anticipation of the pain that she's sure will come next.

You smile then, revealing a set of sharp teeth that glint hungrily in the sunlight as you bend closer still, so close now that she can feel your hot breath against her cheek. "And in return," you whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine despite herself, "I'd spare your life... and perhaps even grant you a place by my side."

Her eyes widen at this unexpected offer; freedom from death or servitude to the Princess Evergreen is more precious to her than anything else. But mate to a monster? The idea repulses her, fills her with horror... yet it's also oddly enticing, like a forbidden fruit that she cannot resist. With trembling hands, she places them against your scaled chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your massive heart beneath her fingertips.

The elf watches as you withdraw your claws from her flesh, leaving behind only smooth skin where their tips once pierced through. Her breath comes faster as she studies your features, the muscles in her arms tensing with the effort to push you away even as part of her wants nothing more than to remain close. "My answer," she whispers at last, eyes locked on yours, "is yes." The word echoes between you like a whispered secret, heavy with significance and possibility. You hesitate for a moment before nodding once, satisfied with her choice.

"Very well," you say roughly, releasing her from your grasp. She stumbles backward several steps, trembling as she tries to catch her breath and compose herself. "We have an arrangement, then." You lick your lips slowly, studying her once more before continuing. "But know this: if you ever try to betray me or escape your duty... I will not hesitate to kill you myself."

Her eyes widen at the threat, but she says nothing in reply. Instead, she inclines her head respectfully and turns to walk away from you, careful not to appear too defeated or eager. The other guards remain where they are, watching warily as their queen and the dragon disappear into the trees together.

And so begins a new era in your life: that of the Dragon's Consort. You cannot help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension about what lies ahead...and as for the princess, you can't help but wonder if her trust in you will be rewarded or betrayed. Only time will tell.

"Hm?" the princess says with a start, glancing over her shoulder at you as she paces idly along a path through the forest. "Oh, I don't know... It's still rather early days for us." She purses her lips thoughtfully, studying your features before giving you a crooked grin. "But there is plenty of time to get to know one another better," she allows with a shrug, walking back toward you. "Perhaps we could spend some time alone later?"

You raise an eyebrow at her suggestively and smile slowly. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"Well," the princess says, tilting her head to the side as she studies you, "perhaps we could retire to my chambers for a bit?" Her voice drips with suggestiveness, and she walks a few steps closer, closing the gap between you until only inches remain. You can feel the heat of her body wash over you like a wave, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to close that distance yourself.

"Or," she continues in a low murmur, leaning forward slightly so that her breasts nearly brush against your scaled chest, "perhaps we could stay out here... and find someplace more private?" Her green eyes seem to hold you captive as they flicker back and forth between your own. It's clear she's offering you a choice: safety in the confines of her room, or danger and excitement outside its walls?

A sly grin spreads across the princess's lips at your words, and she steps even closer, so close now that you can feel her breath against your scales. "Very well," she says huskily, sliding her hands up to rest on your shoulders, "lead the way, my dragon." Her gaze drops briefly to your massive scaled body before meeting yours once more; there's a fire in those emerald depths that you haven't seen before now. It makes your heart race and fills you with anticipation of what's to come.

You nod slowly, turning on your heel and leading her through the shadowy halls of the castle toward the forbidden part of the grounds where no servant dare venture. Your footsteps echo against stone walls as you walk side by side with the princess, careful not to tower over her too much despite her small stature. You can feel her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to anchor herself against your incredible strength; it's an oddly endearing gesture that warms you from within despite the cool air surrounding you both.

As you emerge from the castle's depths, you find yourselves standing atop a hill overlooking a small glade tucked away among the trees. The moonlight casts an ethereal glow over the area, making it seem almost magical as it dances across the soft grass and ripples along the surface of a tiny stream that meanders through the center of the clearing. It's utterly private; even from here you can't see or hear any signs of civilization nearby.

"Thank you, Mari..." Princess Evergreen says quietly, her voice little more than a breath as she takes in their surroundings with wide-eyed wonder. "It's... beautiful." She shivers slightly, and when you glance down at her you notice that goosebumps have formed along her arms where they peek out from beneath her sleeves.

Without warning, she steps closer to you until there's barely any space between your bodies; her breasts brush against your scaled chest as she leans in until their lips are nearly touching. "I've never been anywhere like this before..." she whispers, voice thick with desire. "Not even when I was a child... do you think...?" Her words trail off into the darkness, leaving you to wonder what it is that she truly desires.

"What do you mean, my lady?" you ask, genuinely curious now. Her expression turns wistful as she pulls away from you slightly, studying your features in the moonlight before looking down at her hands clasped tightly together.

"When I was young," she explains quietly, "I was raised within these very walls... My father never allowed me to leave the castle grounds, much less venture out into the world beyond." She shrugs helplessly as if this were of no consequence now, but there's an air of loss and longing about her that you can't help but find heartbreaking. "And so," she continues, looking up at you once more, "I have spent my entire life here... trapped behind these walls." Her voice drops to a whisper as she confides, "Until now."

You feel something twist within your chest at her words; part of you wants nothing more than to reassure her that she is safe with you now, that you will never let anyone hurt her again. But another, darker part relishes the knowledge that she is still yours by choice...and perhaps there are other ways for her to experience freedom and danger without ever leaving your protection.

You wrap your arms around the princess, pulling her close against you so that she can feel your heart racing beneath her fingertips. "Then," you murmur into her ear, breath warm against her skin, "let me be the first to show you the world... And let our love be the key that unlocks every door." She shivers in response, her entire body trembling with emotion as she buries her face in your chest. "Do you trust me?" you ask softly, wondering if perhaps this is too much for her to handle after years of captivity and isolation.

She hesitates for a moment before drawing back, looking up at you with eyes shining with tears. "Yes," she whispers, "I trust you... Dragon." She presses herself against you once more, burying her face in the crook of your neck as if afraid to let go even for a moment. You hold her close, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair and feeling the steady beat of her heart against yours, wondering what tomorrow will bring...and whether the two of you will survive it together.

As the night wears on, you explore the glade together, walking hand-in-hand along its winding paths and splashing in the cool water of the stream. Princess Evergreen seems to relax with each passing moment; she laughs softly at your stories about dragon life and presses herself closer against you whenever something startles her. It's clear that she's never known anything like this before...and the more time you spend together, the harder it becomes for you not to think of her as anything but your own.

Eventually, exhausted from their exertions and sated by the moonlight and each other, the two of you find a secluded spot where the grass is soft and fragrant beneath your scaled bodies. The princess looks up at you with a mixture of desire and trust in her eyes that makes it nearly impossible for you to resist. She unbuckles your sword belt with shaking hands, dropping it aside before leaning forward and running her tongue lightly along the edge of your scaled chest; electricity sparks between them at the intimate touch.

"What would you have me do?" she whispers hoarsely, her breath warm against your skin as her fingers dance over your scales. Your cock strains at your leathers, painfully hard and aching for release; it's all you can do not to thrust into her hands immediately. You watch her carefully, savoring the way her pupils dilate in the dim light when she touches you like this...and wondering what else she might be capable of if given the chance.

Her voice is barely more than a breath now: "Teach me..."

"I... I know what it is," she stammers, her cheeks flushing in the dark as she blushes at the mere thought. "But... I've never done it before." Your heart aches for her at her admission; she must have been so lonely all these years, surrounded by people who cared nothing for her pleasure or desires.

"Then let me be your teacher," you whisper, reaching up to cup her face in your hand. Her eyes meet yours trustingly as you lean down, brushing your lips against hers in a tender caress that leaves her breathless and wanting more. You trail kisses along her jawline and down the slope of her shoulder, nipping at her skin with your teeth before moving lower still to taste the peak of one perfect breast through the thin fabric of her gown. Her hips arch off the ground as you suckle at her sensitive flesh, drawing a moan from deep in her throat that threatens to undo you where you stand.

"Please," she gasps, her fingers tangled in your hair as she struggles to find purchase on the soft grass beneath them. "I want... I need..." Her words trail off into a groan of pleasure as you slip one hand between her legs, feeling the heat of her core through her thin undergarments. You tease her briefly before sliding two fingers inside her wet channel, curling them upward as she cries out sharply at the sensation. Her hips buck wildly against your hand, begging for more as you begin to thrust in and out in time with the frantic beat of your heart.

"Mari..." she whispers, arching her back as her orgasm washes over her like a wave, sweet relief coursing through her veins as her body convulses in pleasure around your fingers. With

a soft sigh, you rise up onto your knees and move between her spread legs once more, gazing down at the sight of your cock, thick and hard and glistening with pre-cum, mere inches from her entrance. Her eyes meet yours, full of trust and desire as she parts her legs wider in invitation. With a growl that echoes through the glade, you push inside her, feeling the heat of her body envelop you like a vice as your cock slides home. She cries out at the pain-tinged pleasure of being filled so completely, biting down on her lip to keep from making too much noise and alerting anyone who might be close enough to hear them.

You begin to move slowly, your hips rolling in a familiar rhythm as you take her with you, claiming her body as your own. Her nails scrape against your back, leaving trails of fire where they touch, urging you on even as she struggles to adjust to the foreign feel of having another person inside her. But with each stroke, each grind of your hips, you feel her opening up more, becoming accustomed to this new sensation and learning to embrace it.

Her orgasm hits her hard and fast, tearing a cry from her throat as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, so intense that she can no longer tell where your body ends and hers begins. You're unprepared for the force of it, too; it arches your back and drives you deeper into her tight heat, causing you to groan loudly despite your best efforts not to draw attention to yourself. The release is so powerful that it leaves you shuddering and panting as you collapse atop her limp form, heart racing and cock still buried deep within her.

The two of you lie together like this

for several long moments, catching your breath and coming down from the high of their shared orgasm. Eventually, Princess Evergreen wriggles beneath you, wincing as she realizes how sore she's going to be tomorrow from all the...exercise they've been putting her body through tonight.

"And what of your first time with a dragon?" you ask with a grin, wiping the sweat from your brow before running your fingers through your messy hair. She looks up at you curiously, one eyebrow raised as if daring you to continue. "It's... different," you admit slowly, thinking back on the many nights spent alone in your lair, unable to find release any other way. "The dragon's cock is larger, certainly..." You trail off, your voice a husky whisper against her ear as you remember how it felt buried deep inside you, stretching and filling you until there was no room for anything else.

She shudders at your words, her breath warm against your neck as she presses herself more firmly against you, wanting to feel that heat again...if only for a little while longer. "And it's... harder," she whispers shyly, lifting one hand to rest on the muscled plane of your chest. "When you move..." Her voice trails off again as she feels the dragon within her begin to stir once more, responding to her touch with a throbbing need that matches her own.

With a soft growl, you roll onto your back, taking her with you so that she's straddling your hips. Your cock presses against her folds, achingly hard and demanding release; she looks down at it hungrily before raising her eyes to meet yours once more. There's no shame

(start) You watch as she takes you in her hand and begins to stroke slowly and rhythmically, the sight driving you wild with desire. As she nears the edge, her breath comes faster and her eyes begin to cloud over with pleasure. "I've never..." She pants, voice thick with arousal. "...seen anything like...you."

Her words send a shiver through your body as she presses down on your length, impaling herself on your aching cock in one swift motion. The tight heat of her body engulfs you completely, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins as she begins to ride you with wild abandon. Her nails scratch against your chest, drawing blood that mixes with her sweat and tears as she loses herself to the sensation.

She comes hard and fast, crying out your name as her body convulses around yours. You feel yourself losing control as well, on the brink of spilling your seed inside her when she suddenly pulls away, leaving you thrusting fruitlessly into the air between you. "You were supposed to cum for me!" she says breathlessly, staring at you in challenge.

With a growl that comes from deep within your chest, you grab her hips and roughly turn her around, positioning yourself at her entrance once more. "I'm cumming now," you grind out as you push into her tight heat, burying yourself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. She arches her back with a cry of pleasure as your hot seed spills deep inside her, filling her up and claiming her completely.

"You wanted that?" you growl as she wriggles beneath you, still adjusting to the feel of your seed spilling deep inside her. "Then take more," you command, reaching down between your legs and guiding your still-hard length back to press against her opening. She gasps at the sensation, tensing in anticipation as you begin to push slowly inside again.

"Mari..." she whimpers softly, her body trembling with desire as you sink deeper into her slick heat. "I never... I didn't think..." But before she can finish her thought, you slam forward once more, driving yourself home so hard that it takes her breath away and leaves them both gasping for air.

With each thrust, you feel yourself growing harder inside her, the sensation of her body clenching around you bringing you closer and closer to the edge again. Her nails scratch at your back, leaving trails of blood mingling with sweat as she tries desperately to climb higher, to find that perfect spot where pleasure overtakes pain and leaves them both shuddering in ecstasy.

"I want it all," she whispers hoarsely into the night air, arching her back as if trying to push herself further onto your cock. "Every drop of it..." And with that, she comes apart beneath you, crying out your name as her body convulses around yours and she milks every last drop from your exhausted length.

As the aftershocks of their passion begin to subside, you roll off her, collapsing onto the soft grass beside her. Your body trembles from the exertion and your heart races as you catch your breath, still trying to regain your strength after such an intense encounter. Princess Evergreen lies panting next to you, one hand trailing lazily across the damp soil between them as she watches with interest as you slowly recover.

"Tired?" she asks softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. You look over at her and can't help but return her grin.

"A little," you admit, running one hand through your sweaty hair. "But it was worth it." She hums in agreement, propping herself up on one elbow as she studies your body, tracing invisible designs with her fingertip along the ridges of your abdomen and the bulge of your bicep. The movement draws your attention downward and you find yourself hardening once more beneath the soft grass, eager for another round already.

"You're not done with me yet?" she teases, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight as she sees the effect she's having on you. You groan softly, rolling onto your side to face her and pressing your hips into hers, grinding against her through the thin fabric of your clothing until she lets out a soft gasp of pleasure.

"No," you growl roughly, "I don't think I am." And with that, you take her once more, claiming her body as your own in a fierce and relentless display of passion that leaves them both spent long after the sun has risen and chased away the last of the night's shadows.

"I-I don't know," you stammer, your cheeks flushing at the accusation. "We just... We were having so much fun and he was so good to me..." You trail off, unable to meet her gaze as you remember the feel of Mari's lips on yours and his hands exploring every inch of your body.

"He is not like other dragons," the chief steward interjects sharply. "He is a wild thing that should be kept under control, not allowed to run free." The heat of anger flares up within you at his words, but before you can respond, the princess speaks up.

"Lady Trixie," she says carefully, "I understand your concerns, truly I do. But Mari..." She pauses, searching for the right words to explain what he means to her and how he's changed things between them. "He is different. And I cannot simply cast him aside like an old toy." Her gaze flickers briefly in your direction before returning to her chief steward, resolve etched into every line of her delicate features.

"Very well," the steward says finally, his expression darkening as he nods once in acquiescence. "But know this: I will not rest until he is brought under control again." With that ominous warning hanging in the air, he turns on his heel and stalks from the room, leaving you and Princess Evergreen alone to contemplate the consequences of your actions.

You glance over at the other servant girl as she delivers her news, your heart sinking like a stone in your chest. Princess Evergreen curses under her breath, pacing across the room as she tries to come up with a plan. She glances at you nervously before turning away again, lost in thought.

"We must prepare," she mutters more to herself than to you. "The queen's arrival will not be an easy thing." You nod your understanding, though in truth you have no idea what sort of preparations are necessary for a royal visit. But if it means spending time with Princess Evergreen, then you're willing to do whatever she asks of you.

As the day wears on and night begins to fall once more, the castle grows increasingly busy with activity as servants scurry about, tending to last-minute details in preparation for Queen Sophia's arrival. Princess Evergreen spends most of her time closeted away in her private chambers, going over papers and maps with members of her court. You find yourself left alone for long stretches of time, wondering if perhaps she regrets bringing you back to the castle after all.

Eventually, the tension becomes too much for you to bear and you decide that it's best to seek her out, even if only for a moment's peace. You make your way through the winding halls until you find yourself standing before her door, hesitating with your hand raised to knock. What do you do?

"Um... I-I'm s-sorry," you stammer, your heart racing as you take in the woman standing before you. She's dressed in formal attire, her long hair pulled back into a severe bun, and she holds a sword at her side. You recognize her immediately: it's Lady Trixie, the chief steward of Princess Evergreen's court.

Her expression softens slightly when she realizes that you don't mean any harm. "Ah, well met," she says coolly. "You must be Mari's...friend." She pauses, seeming to consider her words carefully before continuing in a more sympathetic tone. "I hope you understand the difficult position we find ourselves in here. The princess has always had a soft spot for strays, but even she cannot defy the laws of nature forever."

You nod silently, knowing that she's right. Princess Evergreen can't protect Mari from the queen's wrath or from her duty to obey the rules of their society. But seeing them together, it's hard not to hope for a different outcome...

"Wh-what?" you stammer, your eyes widening as you take in the regal figure before you. It can't be; she's too young, too beautiful to be Queen Sophia... But as she fixes her steely gaze on you, there's no mistaking the authority in her voice or the weight of her presence.

"Who are you," she demands coolly, "and what business do you have here?" You open your mouth to speak, but the words catch in your throat as you realize that this is it: your moment of truth. Do you come clean about being Mari, or try to protect his identity and hope that somehow you can continue to help him from the shadows?

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for her response as you stand proudly before the queen. "I am Mari," you say defiantly, though there's a note of vulnerability in your voice that belies your bravado. "And I am Princess Evergreen's servant. Your Majesty, I only wish to help my princess and protect her from harm."

Queen Sophia arches an eyebrow at your words, studying you closely. For a long moment, she says nothing, simply regarding you with a thoughtful expression. Finally, she speaks: "Very well," she says softly. "I will consider your words."

Her tone is not unkind, but it carries the weight of her authority nonetheless. You hold your breath as she turns and walks away, leaving you to wonder what exactly that means for Mari's fate...and yours.