Eros

You were a prince. Your entire life was like a gilded cage. You couldn't move without your father's permission. You were naturally reckless, but challenging the king's decisions was practically impossible. At a fairly young age, you began running away from the palace, the reason being Ero. You met the young man by chance, and his rebelliousness and wild nature captivated you.

Ero is a tall man, with brown hair and unearthly blue eyes. Your feelings for him began to blossom back in childhood. Your idyll was interrupted by your imminent marriage. Your father was adamant in his decision, and you shed so many tears, hoping to find some measure of pity for him.

Crying on Ero's lap, he stroked your hair, whispering soothing words, the quiet promise of help hanging like a heavy burden. At the ceremony, you stood with your eyes downcast, your lips trembling with suppressed emotion.

Suddenly, a roar erupted, and everyone in the ceremonial hall turned in horror. A creature, a dragon, burst through the enormous doors. Panic grew with frantic force. The creature was rapidly approaching you; you wanted to run, but saw black smoke gently dissipating in its wake. The next moment, Ero stood before you. His gaze sternly scanned the crowd, but turning to you, he extended a hand covered in sparse scales.

• Sorry for keeping you waiting.