#thread;aaron

Aaron lived for this woman. There was not one thing he wouldn’t do for her, and that was a fact. He loved her with his heart and soul, and being a dragon that love meant a lot. She may seem cruel at times but it didn’t matter. He had a purpose in this world with her. Whether it was to transform into his dragon form to pillage some town she wanted, or kidnap the princes, or get her something to eat. No matter what it was she wanted, he was loyal to her. As a dragon, as a man, as her servant. Their relationship had been unusual from the start, but it was the only one he ever knew. He never knew about his true dragon form until one night and when she had found out she claimed him as her own. Aaron had had a rough life as a peasant, never knowing what his purpose in life was until then. She gave him a purpose and he was forever debited to her. His love towards her may have never been reciprocated as fully as any other couple would but she was the queen, she could do what she wanted and he respected her for that. He was fine being whatever to her as long as he was at her side. He sighed, looking out the window of his room in the castle. It was small, had a bed, wardrobe, tub and toilet. However it had a large balcony for him when he was in his dragon form. He did not sleep with Lydia in her room unless requested. Many, possibly including Lydia, viewed Aaron as her slave and pet but he hoped to believe he was a little more than that. Getting out of bed he dressed himself and made his way to her chambers, standing outside the door while he waited for her to either call him in with orders for him to carry out or until she exited the room to do so.  

"Why do you want me to be your master? I don’t know if I even have the right qualifications for that position…"

     Aaron had been wandering the forest where he belonged, he was very cautious to never really take a step outside of it afraid people would become scared with his appearance. It wasn't like everyday he was flying around as a big giant dragon, but even so, he had unusual ears as a human and strange markings on his skin--since it was different to people they thought he was satanic. Like a demon, which he couldn't really deny. He was a dragon which in people's eyes around the world was pretty much the same thing. A sigh escaped his lips as he found his way to an empty park. He came here a lot, it was the only human attraction that was always abandoned. Sitting down on the bench he watched the birds picking at the ground, squirrels chasing each other.      Stiffening he felt a precense behind him, swallowing hard he slowly turned to face it. A human was standing, looking at him. His heart lurched in his chest as his palms began to sweat. Should he run? Perhaps they aren't as horrible as he thought?