Only Your Death Will Make Me

‘The dragon belongs to the Imperial House Larkan. He is nothing but a tool.’ Though he had been bound to the palace for 1,500 long years, there had not been a single person who had given him even a name. The dragon’s fate was even more pitiful than Cullen’s, who had lived his whole life as a mere commoner. He was known to have slaughtered people, but in truth, he had only refused to fulfill a vow. Even when Cullen tried to look away, he could not help but be drawn to him again and again. “May I offer you a name as an apology?” “For the first time, you are doing something I truly like.” He could not help but be pulled in by someone who became so happy over something as small as being given a name. The heart he thought he had buried deep, the emotions he thought he had abandoned, they kept rising to the surface, again and again. Ierkisyen, Kiyen I… toward you…