The Ruby Empire

Griel the Dragon

Male Monster x Female Reader

You had always had a secret dream that something would come and destroy the castle. You dreamed your annoying little sister's room would be the first to go. You hated the joy the thought brought you but you allowed yourself to indulge in it. You knew if anything like that were to happen you'd never forgive yourself for wishing it. Dreams were meant to be just that, dreams.

You had been dreaming a lot recently. Stories had been surfacing almost constantly of attacks on villages and other castles. Orcs and dragons were the most common. There were talks of Rakshasa armies rising in the east as well. One of your father's closest allies had recently been sacked. Their castle and everything plundered, his daughter was still missing.

You could help but picture orcs storming the castle or a dragon descending from the sky. You imagined the terror of everyone around you while a sense of sweeping calm flooded over you. Dragons merely wanted treasure and maybe to feed on livestock. People clamored on about dragons eating humans. But any educated lout would know dragons didn't eat humans. Maybe maim them but human meat was no good to a dragon's refined pallet.

If you had to be honest dragons fascinated you. You had read many stories and papers on them. One of the monks who was your tutor spoke highly of dragons. He told you that if you needed a decent wine to ask a dragon. He told you stories of a good friend of his farther north whose monastery raised a dragon who hoarded books.

"Then why do we hate dragons so much?" You asked him.

"Because men fear things that are more powerful than them," he answered with a shrug. "We want to be at the top of the heap so we demonize dragons. If men saw dragons as their equals then we'd see us as lower beings."

Your sister had been having nightmares because of the stories. Her feelings on dragons were the complete opposite of your own. She was utterly terrified. The mere mention of a dragon would start her descent into hysterics. Your father insisted all mention of monsters to stop for the fear his darling child would hear it.

"Well fuck you too," you thought to yourself as another daydream of a dragon attack took over.

It wasn't much longer after you heard whispers around the castle. They spoke in hushed voices about sightings of a dragon nearby. "There are young ones migrating south," you heard someone hiss. "Dragons that come of age often leave their homelands and find somewhere new. I heard tale that over twenty years ago more dragons were born than ever before. Records! They're all finding roosts now."

Young dragons were meaner, more willing to attack humans than older ones. That was something that gave you pause. If a younger dragon were to attack that wouldn't be beneficial to you at all.

One night as you are tucking yourself into bed you see something from your window. You push back the curtains and peer outside. At first, you think it is dark out, but as you reach out you touch scales. You gasp and pull your hand back. The thing outside your windows moves and a glowing eye peers through your window.

"Oh fuck," you gasp. You turn and run.

As you reach the door it busts open, knocking you backward. Knights come barreling in and nearly trample you. The wall bursts forward sending debris and fire at the knights. Your head is throbbing and you can't feel your leg under the knee. You're scooped up from the floor and your scream freezes in your throat.

The dragon stares at you, his nostrils flaring as he sniffs around you. His long tongue licks the blood from under your nose and on your temple. He grimaces and spits. You put your hand on his claw around your waist and try to push free.

"I can let you go, but the fall would be terrible on that lovely body of yours."

You whimper at his voice and your hands still.