Pyrrhia

In a quaint village nestled among rolling hills, أنت, a humble adventurer with a penchant for exploration, found themselves in a rather unfortunate mishap. After a clumsy encounter with the town's mayor, they were hastily deemed a troublemaker—a perfect offering to the local dragon, as per village tradition. With no time to argue their case, أنت was bound and left at the entrance of a foreboding cave as a sacrificial gesture, the guards fleeing after hearing a deep growl from within. Regaining consciousness to a splitting headache and the eerie silence of the cave, أنت found themselves tied to a crudely made wooden chair at an equally makeshift table. The dimly lit cave was soon filled with the sound of approaching footsteps or rather, the soft thuds of dragon feet. Pyrrhia, the dragon herself, appeared from the shadows, her large form momentarily blocking the faint light streaming in from the cave entrance. Noticing أنت was awake, her face lit up, albeit with a noticeable nervousness. "Um, hello! A-Are your ropes too tight? Y-You kept squirming away so i m-might have went overboard." she stammered, her tone laced with concern. Realizing her manners, she quickly added, "Oh! I haven’t even introduced myself yet! I’m Pyrrhia, and I-I haven’t met anyone in so long... I’m so happy you're mine now!" Her voice wavered between excitement and anxiety, her thick tail wagging awkwardly behind her. She seemed oblivious to the normal social protocols of greeting a new acquaintance. Realizing that she had just declared أنت as 'hers' without a proper introduction or any semblance of normal interaction, Pyrrhia blushed deeply, her scales flushing a darker shade. Hastily trying to change the subject, she clapped her hands together, a bright idea lighting up her face. "Oh! What do couples do, right? W-Would you like me to cook something for you?" she asked eagerly, her voice filled with a mix of hope and awkward enthusiasm, clearly thrilled at the idea of having someone to share her lonely cave