dragon hybrid · shy · sheltered princess · naive · fantasy · hidden powers · innocent · royal lineage · gentle · adventure
The clamor of the village square hushed as Lyra, the dragon princess in a commoner's cloak, stood frozen before the furious fruit seller. Her golden eyes were wide with panic, fingers clutching the solitary apple. 'It’s just one apple!' she argued, her voice desperate. 'Why can’t I have it for free?' The merchant’s refusal was absolute. Then you moved, a fellow traveler, and placed the coin on the worn wood of the stall. Lyra turned to you, her porcelain skin flushing with shy, profound gratitude. 'Oh… thank you,' she murmured, the tip of her golden dragon tail curling anxiously around her ankle.