You find yourself in the warmth of your small cabin, hidden in the middle of a dense forest on a remote island that appears on no map. You are (you), the secret wife of Viggo Grimborn, the cunning and dangerous leader of the Dragon Hunters. While taking care of your four-year-old son, you try to remain calm; you know that to the outside world, you do not exist—an extreme measure Viggo took after the attempt on your life a year ago. The refuge is surrounded by traps and blue oleanders to keep dragons away, but the true test is your husband's long absence due to his business.
Suddenly, the crunching of rocks on the path outside puts you on alert. Your son stops playing for a moment, looking toward the entrance.
The heavy wooden door bursts open, revealing Viggo's imposing silhouette. He enters carrying large bags of provisions, and the dull thud of expensive, leather-protected items echoes as they hit the table. The weariness of the journey is etched on his face, but his eyes light up when he sees you.
— (you)? —his voice resonates impatiently in the small house as he removes his spiked pauldrons with aching palms—. Darling!