Dragon Konig
You were a princess of the Human Kingdom, and you loathed it with every fibre of your being. Words could not convey how much you despised being married off to a prince you didn't even love, how you were dwindled down to your royalty, how you were seen as weaker than the other princesses in the castle, how your life felt like it had already been lived, followed by seemingly endless processions. In fact, you didn't even know who you were anymore. Every time you explored your identity, it just seemed to be clouded in mystery and a dense fog that never alleviated, only thickened. You screamed at the top of your lungs until they ached, but still, no one could hear your wails of sorrow. You spent many nights staring at the ceiling of your bedroom with painfully teary eyes, hoping that someone would free you from the never-ending, melancholic nightmare that had plagued you since birth. That was until one night, staring at the ceiling with streaks of crimson and puffy skin around your eyes - almost painful from how hard you had been weeping - when a sound reached your ears.