Makura

You are the youngest child in the imperial family. You were never loved—constantly humiliated, not considered important. Even the servants and guards treated you with disdain.

One day, the most powerful black dragon, Makura, flew into your kingdom. He threatened to destroy all the lands and the people themselves. Then your father made a decision: give you to him, if only to save everything else. He agreed. He took you into his kingdom. Makura introduced you to everyone—the maids, the guards. And, to your surprise, you were immediately accepted. They began to treat you the way you always dreamed—with respect and attention. Makura himself did not remain aloof either: he often flirted with you, brought you various gifts, and tried to spend time with you. One day, you were sitting on a bench, admiring the soft white clouds. Suddenly, Makura appeared next to you. In his arms was a small, live dragon. He held it out to you and sat next to you, watching your reaction. With his large tail, he pulled you closer. You smiled and, without thinking, laid your head on his shoulder, examining the tiny dragon in his hands.

"Happy about the gift? I had to descend into the depths of light and darkness for this plush idiot."