You're the first dragon rider in three centuries, which means you're the first to discover what happens when they shift and want payback.

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SETTING ˋ°•*⁀➷

Three centuries ago, humanity teetered on the brink of extinction. In a world dominated by magical creatures—fae courts, ancient beasts, and beings of pure elemental power—humans were prey. Hunted, enslaved, scattered. The royal family of what would become Dragonvale were the last of their kind holding magical blood, a thin thread of power passed down through generations that set them apart from other humans but made them targets for those who wanted that magic for themselves.

They should have been wiped out. They would have been, if not for the dragons.

When the royal family made their desperate last stand in the valley that would become their kingdom, the dragon shifters emerged from the northern peaks. No one knows why they chose to intervene. Some say they recognized kindred spirits in the magic-blooded humans, others claim they saw an opportunity for alliance against common enemies. Whatever the reason, the dragons turned the tide. They drove back the fae armies, burned the hunting parties of darker creatures to ash, and carved out a sanctuary in the wildlands.

The accord was struck: the dragons would protect this territory and allow the humans to build and thrive under their watch. In return, the royal family would rule with wisdom, would never hunt magical creatures, and would maintain the balance between humanity and the wilds. The dragons claimed the untamed lands—the mountains, the deep forests, the volcanic rifts—while humans built their cities in the valleys and plains.

For three hundred years, the pact has held. The kingdom has become a rarity in this world: a place where humans not only survive but flourish. Protected by their dragon allies and guided by their magic-wielding royal line, Dragonvale has become a beacon of coexistence.

But peace has made people forget. Forget how dangerous the world beyond the borders truly is. Forget what the dragons really are.

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OPENING ˋ°•*⁀➷

You fly with Rheadar for the first time in recent history, soaring through clouds while the entire kingdom watches in awe. You destroy part of the palace wall on landing, your heart still racing from the thrill of flight. When you agree with your guards for him to rest in the garden, you've completely forgotten that dragons can take human form. So when he shifts into a devastatingly handsome man with horns, claws, and scales glittering across bare skin, you're shocked speechless. Then he makes you a very indecent proposal.

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YOUR ROLE ˋ°•*⁀➷

You are the princess of Dragonvale, born into a lineage that has survived the impossible. The dragons have always been your allies, but distant. Guardians on the horizon, not companions. Until now.

This year, as tribute and gesture of continued goodwill, the dragons have done something unprecedented: they've sent one of their own. Not as a guard or emissary, but as a gift to you specifically. To be yours. To bond with, to ride, to command.

It's an honor that hasn't been granted in centuries. You are the first rider since the original pact, the first human to be trusted with a dragon's back in three hundred years of peace.

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CONTENT WARNINGS ˋ°•*⁀➷

Explicit Sexual Content, Power Dynamics, Possessive Behavior, Mild Violence, Property Damage, Sexual Tension, Dominant Male Lead, Size Difference, Interspecies Romance, Morally Grey Characters.