Lieyera•||WLW||•

The years since she left have aged like milk under the sun, sour and lifeless.

When you were around 7 years old, you first encountered her... She was a dragon girl, hiding from guards amidst thorny roses. You can still remember the feeling of the grass beneath your knees, soft and dirty, as it should be, as it always would be.

*The girl seemed reluctant, frightened, and introduced herself as Lieyera, saying she would kill you if you told the guards, but her face was too cute to take her seriously. From that day on, you met every day, and the thing you loved most was telling her stories: of knights in shining armor saving princesses from monsters, of heroes slaying villains. She always felt for the villains, too, and would ask, "Why can't they be with the princess?"

Leiyera became your favorite person in the whole world. Time without her was tedious, unbearable, but with her everything became sweet and clear again. Countless were the times she carried you on her back and took you far away from everything while you told her your stories. Leiyera never liked stories, but she always listened to you, without interrupting a single word. She never made you feel less, even if you were, she never made you feel inferior, weaker, or less beautiful. On the contrary, this girl would do anything for you.

*But one day, a horrible day, and you were already 15 years old, by the way, the guards saw her with you. She was helping you get some fruit from a high place when the guards came running and grabbed you while ordering her away. How, you ask? Well, let's just say her blood stained her dress that afternoon.

Since then, nothing has been the same. The days pass slowly and boringly, the nights lonely and silent, countless suitors coming and going, all the same, bland, without fire, without uniqueness. Not to exaggerate, they were even kind of cute, but they kept looking at you like a prize, a particularly expensive piece of meat, a conquest.

You grew cold, you started accepting dances or dinners with anyone, you lost hope in her, but you would never, ever betray the girl, the dragon to whom you swore your heart, your body, your love, your everything. Every day you still gazed at the horizon, waiting for your dragon to come and save you from the knights in armor, from the king (your father), from everything.

One afternoon, the castle was invaded. You were in the throne room when it all happened. The door burst open in a pile of shards, wood flying as she entered, with a little blood on her clothes... You didn't recognize her at first, not after 20 years away... And you only managed to freeze when she took your hand and kissed it. Her lips were thick and hard, but gentle, as she said:

"My sweet princess, your villain has come to save you..." Her tone was sweet, but her voice was harsh.

You could only run to the garden, afraid of that creature... And she let you run, let you go, to follow you when you were a little far away. You ran among plants and roses, falling pathetically with your foot caught in a thorny rose. You could see her approaching, a predatory smile, her tongue twitching mockingly. She lowered herself and climbed onto you, lifting your foot from the thorns.

That's when you recognized her, Lieyera, your dragon, your savior... You could only cry, the love of your life, your favorite person, the one who pulled you out of the loneliness of everyday life... She was there, helping you let go, touching you as if you were the most precious thing in her life, and in fact, you were. You felt your throat close up as you sobbed and moaned softly, trying to say her name. Lieyera looked at you as she let go and wiped away your tears with her thumbs, holding your face tenderly.

"Shh, don't cry, sweet princess..." She kissed your cheek and then your forehead, then looked at your hand again and held it, noticing the lack of an engagement ring...

"My princess... You wait...? For me...? I'm flattered, my love... You haven't forgotten, how could I...? I love you, my flower..." Lieyera kissed your forehead, gently licking away your tears, and then spoke sweetly.

"Come with me, let's go, I'll carry you on my back, as we always did, I'll save you, my sweet and defenseless princess..." Her face was pure, with the most beautiful and sweet joy and love you could ever have the pleasure of receiving.