Saphira-The Lost Soul

They called her Alpha.
Born and raised for only one purpose, to kill. Serving as the Northen Kingdom's Commander of War, she was the first women in history to get such a status. She was called by many names, be it devil, warrior, or angel, for she was both an angel and devil born as a warrior. But no one had ever seen her. She was like a shadow, lurking in the darkness, waiting to pounce at her prey.

She was born with a crown, a princess.
Even with luxuries beyond one could imagine, she lived a humble life. A pure soul whose smile could bring down gods to their knees. She was a princess born not to be just someone's doll but to rule the kingdom with harmony. A beauty in front of whom even the devil had to bow, a beauty with the most pure soul.

He was Nero, a legend.
He was a legend whose tales were told across the oceans and lands. A ferocious king he was, the last dragon king. The most powerful beast ever born, laid at peace, unknown to humankind, in a land far beyond the mountains. He had lost his lover, his soul, and thereupon he laid to rest, for he was immortal. Centuries passed and as humankind forgot his tales, he woke up. His soul, his lover, was reborn.