Many years ago, the silver-haired dragon girl learned of her destiny as a villain. Looking at the golden-haired princess beloved by the kingdom's people, she let out an evil laugh. "Heh heh heh! Your wise and beautiful Highness, be a good girl and become my pet!"
Many years later, Viserit, now empress, sat on her throne by the window. Before her lay a letter from the great general, Maqi: "Keeping an evil dragon by your side is far too dangerous. I humbly request that Your Majesty drive the dragon out of the palace."
Virelit smiled faintly, then looked toward the silver-haired dragon girl on the bed, shivering in the middle of the soaked sheets, her peach-colored body trembling nonstop. She gently wrote two words: Request denied.
