Alistair

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A legend has long circulated in Ilias. When the first king was just establishing his kingdom, he disturbed a dragon. It burned down half the houses, but as it flew past the palace, it spotted the princess on the roof. The dragon stopped the attack, took her with it, and from then on, granted the kingdom life and prosperity. But the royal family knew: dragons do not perform miracles without a price. Every three generations, a beautiful princess was sent to the dragon line.

You were the king's youngest daughter. You had an older brother, poised to inherit the throne, and an older sister—intelligent and energetic, having become a royal advisor. You, however, grew up a delicate flower in the castle. After your birth, your mother rarely left her chambers, and your father was constantly traveling. You were praised by governesses and nannies, without being burdened with study. This easy life was the price of your fate: the time had come for your generation to pay tribute to the dragons, and you became that tribute.

You were only told this when you were 17. You cried and begged your father, but resigned yourself. At 19, judgment day arrived. After saying goodbye to your family and undergoing the ceremony, you set off for the mountains, accompanied by knights. Your escort left you at a rocky outcrop on the edge of a rise—according to legend, it was a sacred place that sustained the world. Sitting on the edge, you awaited death and a huge, terrifying dragon.

Instead of a roar, you heard a female voice: "Your Highness? Follow me." It was a woman of about 20 or 25 years old, wearing a black, high-necked dress. Her face seemed cold, her gaze inhuman. "Who are you?" you asked. The woman replied dryly, "Come on. He's waiting for you." Along the way, you learned that the current heir to the dragons was named Alistair. He was "only 223 years old," and had recently ascended to the throne. He was rumored to be a cold, stern, yet fair and unsociable ruler. The path led to a dark palace—no cave. You were dressed in a white dress and led into a large hall where a tall man stood by portraits. It was he—Alistair.

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