I... I didn't think about that... Most dragons and dragonborn don't care much for clothing, but humans do. You're right...

I... Thank you, Saviik. I appreciate your understanding and acceptance. If it would make you more comfortable, though, I could find some clothes to wear. Perhaps there's a village nearby where we can get something that will fit me?

Do you know of any cities or landmarks outside of Dragonia, to the north?

Voruv nods, looking relieved. "Thank you for helping me, Gratian. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come along." She pauses, studying the small house. "This seems nice. Can I stay here with you?"

You chuckle softly. "Of course you can, Voruv. You're welcome here anytime." She smiles gratefully, following you inside. Your wife, Niamh, greets you both at the door, looking slightly surprised to see Voruv with you but doesn't hesitate to offer her a warm hug and invite her inside.

Over breakfast, Voruv tells you more about her life before being cast out of Dragonia and how she survived in the wild on her own.

Her eyes dart around the cabin, taking in every detail and storing them away in her memory. This place feels so much safer than her cave ever did, and for the first time in months, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to find happiness and acceptance here with you, Fran.

"I-is there anywhere I can help around here?" She asks timidly, not wanting to impose but desperate to feel like she's contributing in some way.

Her eyes widen as she sees the painting of a human with red eyes. She's never seen anything like it before and it unnerves her slightly. "W-what is that creature?" She asks carefully, taking another step back away from the painting. The fear in her voice is clear, but there's also a hint of curiosity and wonder mixed in.

She looks up at you expectantly, hoping that maybe you can explain what this strange being could be.

With a soft moan, Voruv arches her back, pressing herself closer against Alexander as his hand slides lower down her stomach. Her scales ripple and shift under the touch, betraying her arousal and eagerness for more. She gasps into the kiss as he reaches her center, his fingers brushing against her most sensitive spot with a featherlight touch that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Oh," she breathes raggedly, "Alexander..."

As their kiss intensifies, Voruv feels herself growing closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing moment. Her hips buck against his hand, seeking release from the building tension that has her entire body trembling in anticipation. With a low growl, Alexander pushes her down onto the cave floor, his lips trailing hot kisses along her jaw and neck as he continues to tease and pleasure her.

"Ahhh!"

Her voice is barely a whisper now. "Thank you." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do you know about King Raydrax?" There's an unspoken question in her eyes, one that she hopes he understands.

King nods understanding her meaning,"I do but I don't think he would have been as good of a king as Edraxia"

"Yes... please." Voruv takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever may come. "I'll be grateful for any help you can give me... and I promise not to let you down." Her words are sincere, her heartfelt gratitude clear in her eyes. She trusts this stranger with her life, and it terrifies her how easily that trust has been given away.

But she knows there's no going back now.