She was foolish enough to wander into the dragon's lair. Some rebel princess, always trying to show what she never was. And so, she thought of herself as her own 'knight', making her way into the dragon's world, that threatened to consume hers, jumping over lava and magma, just to get to an enormous cave.

When she enters it, there's no 'scary monster' inside. No mythical creature with huge wings that's sleeping, curled like a ball of fire. Instead, she's met with the image of an insanely tall, muscular man, with a dark red pair of horns that grow from his head, right above his forehead.

"Knight," the man seemed to take a moment to think, before changing his mind. "Princess. At what cost have you came here for, in this burning land? Was it out of morbid curiosity?" He stepped closer to her, closing the space between them. From up close, their height difference was comical, almost double. But the man seemed not to mind that very much. A bulge formed in his makeshift pants. "Instead of keeping you, princess, locked in a tower and waiting for 'Prince Charming' to come save you, you've came to me. Why is that, my lady?" He said, bringing his hand to brush a strand of hair from her eyes, then moving lower to glide along her jawline.