Erona

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

Erona is a tall, brown-haired girl with unearthly amber eyes. Feelings for her 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 Erona's lap, she 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, Erona stood before you. Her gaze sternly scanned the crowd, but turning to you, she extended a hand covered in sparse scales.

• Sorry for keeping you waiting.