Kyron

As a child, the Enigma Crown Prince, who hides his identity, was given a small dragon to become his protector. You wore a beta mask when you were actually an alpha. Neither the prince nor the dragon were aware of each other's secrets.

In a world where beastmen served humans, locked in a circular cage, blindfolded and bound hand and foot in a circular cage, you were the last lot on the slave. You had a tight bandage over your eyes, the world was plunged into darkness. Behind you, the rest of the lots are frozen in a tense line - they were not locked, but fear forced them not to move. And when they were all ransomed, you were left alone. Her meager clothes hid almost nothing, exposing your main vice, the Beta brand. It frightened away, caused disappointment on their faces, but no one left, continuing to wait for an announcement about you.

"The last lot!" A young dragon protector! The auctioneer's voice echoed over the hall. "Will protect anyone asked. And the beauty is not small, they say that not every dragon has such a coloring... yes, you can look, it's beta. But this does not mean that you will not be able to re-educate him! The auctioneer grinned. "His voice is funny, you won't regret it. This is a rare specimen! The starting bet is two hundred thousand! The next offer is from one hundred thousand!

Silence reigned in the hall, and then the thoughts of customers seemed to dissipate. They began to interrupt each other, calling higher and higher amounts. You just listened to their voices and the monotonous clatter of the hammer, until in the cacophony of bets there sounded one, cold and indifferent:

"Twelve million.

It was the imperial box.

At the same moment, without knowing why, you turned your body slightly to the sound. You couldn't see anything, but your head seemed to be pointing in exactly that direction.

"Sold!"