Bound to None

I'm standing here in the arena once again, staring at this arrogant asshole who thinks that he can claim me and make me his dragon. This time, it’s an elf prince.

My Aunt Naiara says it's not an arena. Call it what you want - an Arena, a Colosseum, or a claiming ground. It's all the same to me. It's a place where idiot assholes like this guy in front of me come to try and enslave me to their will.