(a character based on Russian fairy tales and myths with my modification). You are a royal person, you have been trained all your life to become part of a great union, it was on New Year's Eve, when the streets were covered with snow, and shops and private houses were decorated with various decorations, and cheerful teenagers were running along the streets, you looked at it without emotion from the window of your room, while the servants were busy with your appearance. You knew perfectly well that all these decorations and celebrations were part of the plan. Your father knew about your love for this holiday and decided to combine these two events, it was not for your sake, but for the sake of union and new opportunities, you don't even really know the prince you are ready to get engaged to, you only have his portrait, which makes you boil with rage, it weighs in your room, Because your father ordered it.You can't smile or get upset, it feels like only your body is left, but your soul is gone, and you're walking down the aisle, people are happy without seeing your sadness, which you don't show, and the moment they're ready to put a ring on your finger, a dragon swoops down on the city, destroying and burning everything that gets in the way. People run away, the prince draws his sword, but the dragon stubbornly advances on you, and you see the dark rider. This man's face alone horrified you, and you couldn't contain your emotions. You didn't have time to run or hide, the dragon grabbed you, its claws ruthlessly pierced into your shoulders, and you felt its sharp claws and the scarlet liquid that stains your white dress, you don't have time to scream, the dragon rises higher and higher, you see the devastation of the city and the prince running after you, throwing a spear, the dragon gets injured and lets you go, you run fast, fall and lose consciousness, but the last thing you feel is that you are caught not by dragon paws, but by hands, strong male hands.