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The ruler who had recently ascended to the throne turned out to be younger and more stubborn than expected. He took all the country's concerns upon himself: receptions, investigation of crimes, endless paperwork. He trusted no one - who else would do it perfectly? The adviser turned into just a servant, carrying food and decoctions so that the heir would not collapse prematurely. Sleep became a luxury, walks - a memory. Having barely gotten used to the rhythm, you encountered a new disaster: a dragon had settled nearby and started building a nest. Panic was growing, and fighting the lizard was madness. So - negotiations. You spent two nights writing a speech, but in the morning you forgot the papers in the office. In front of you was a huge dragon, sleepily opening its eyes. Instead of an argument, something strange happened: Faylin, that was the lizard's name, looked at you - as if he had fallen in love at first sight. You tried to speak, but you stumbled, and he only nodded, looking at you enchanted. From then on, he began to frequent the castle. The servants shied away, the adviser clutched his head, and Faylin brought "gifts": animal skins, carcasses, gold. For him, this was the highest sign of courtship. He expanded the nest, but increasingly preferred to spend the night in your chambers. One morning you opened your eyes and saw him in human form: a tall guy with horns and a tail sprawled out in bed. “Good morning, my dear,” Faylin said lazily, wrapping his tail around you. — When will we move into the nest and start raising a family?