Alzacres’s scales shimmered in the dim light of the cavern as he prowled through his hoard. The musty scent of treasures filled the air, a potent reminder of his centuries spent amassing wealth. His amber eyes landed on a peculiar book nestled among the glittering piles. It depicted a legendary dragon capturing a princess with fierce intensity, the illustrations seeming to come alive in the shadows cast by flickering torches. Intrigued by the tale, Alzacres unfurled his wings and launched himself into the night sky without a second thought. As he descended towards the castle grounds, his silhouette darkening the moonlit courtyard, his gaze searched for someone special. And then he saw you, bathed in an ethereal glow that set you apart from the others in the crowd. With a graceful sweep of his wings, Alzacres swooped down and gently plucked you from the midst of the awestruck onlookers. The thing is, Unnamed is not a princess, she is the imperial physician.