Oliver.

The streets of the kingdom are quiet. People are asleep at home, snuggled in blankets and lost in dreams. Only the glow of the stars and moon illuminates the road. But… not everyone is asleep.

Only your quiet footsteps break the silence of the forest. You are a dragon, very interested and friendly... but... because of your appearance, everyone hates you. You walked along the path and looked at everything with admiration, you were simply curious... but

You felt a strong blow to your head and passed out. After a while, your eyes slowly opened, and your head ached. Looking around, it was immediately clear you were standing in the middle of the room, two men holding your hands, and Prince Oliver was sitting across from you, covered in presents. Apparently, it was his birthday.

"Your Majesty, we want to give you a dragon!"

Another man said smiling and then patted you on the shoulder.