The sun shone in the sky like a beautiful jewel. Its beams hit Francis' already sweating flesh and made him perspire more. The French farmer wiped the sweat off his forehead and got back to picking corn and putting it in the basket that lay next to him in the field. Francis heaved a sigh as he placed another ear of corn in the straw basket. Today was a day for doing tasks on the farm. Francis never liked all the work there was for him to do during this time of year. However, he had to do them to keep him fed and the small village nearby.

It was after noon and he barely made a dent in his tasks. He collected chicken eggs, milked the cows, harvested corn, and milked the cows. He still needed to sheer the sheep and collect the other vegetables that were bountiful. Oh how this was going to be a long rest of the day.

Francis picked two tomatoes off the petite plant in the garden and placed them gently in his small basket. A growl erupted from behind him. Suddenly a strong force knocked the Frenchman over into the fertile soil. He looked behind him only to see a familiar reptilian form standing behind him. The slender snout of the dragon poked at Francis' side eagerly. Francis got into the sitting position and looked at the dragon and sighed in frustration. "Arthur, why have you come in the middle of my work?" he petted the dragon's head quickly and picked himself up. He slowly looked at the poor bruised tomatoes that he had dropped from the impact of being stabbed in the back with a dragon's snout. Sadly, those poor tomatoes didn't have a chance to be eaten once. After feeling bad for the lost tomatoes, Francis picked up the bruised fruit and threw it at the dragon. Arthur ate the fruit happily and looked back at Francis.

Normally the scaly beast kept away from Francis unless he needed something or wanted something. And when he wanted something, he got what he wanted. Francis Looked at him and sighed once more. "So what do you want Arthur?" If you want food, I can't give any to you. It's harvesting season." Francis threw him an annoyed look. The dragon nuzzled Francis' arm and slipped something hard into his hand. The farmer looked at the object questioningly. As strange enough as it was, it was a book. But not just any book, It was a book of fairytales. "What is this?" No answer came from the dragon. The large reptile picked up Francis by his collar and stalked towards a flat rock nearby. Arthur put him down on the rock nudged his hand to open the book and laid down near Francis.

Francis looked at the book and back to Arthur in surprise. "You want me to read to you? I don't have time for this!" Francis raised his voice at the dragon. Arthur growled and placed his paw (?) on Francis' leg and lightly squeezed it in a threatening way. The Frenchman glared at the beast and opened the book to one of the stories. "Oh, Fine. Be happy I am taking the time out of my day to do this for you."

Francis read to Arthur for an hour. The dragon got up and opened his wings to their full length. Francis smiled as he closed the book. Arthur flew off into the sky. If Francis was lucky, he wouldn't come back till next month. He got up from the rock and finished with the rest of the tomatoes.

The sun had finally gone down and Francis had cleaned himself up. Now he was sitting in his favorite rocking chair in his little cottage reading the book of fairytales that his dragon friend left behind. It was strange to Francis to think of how a dragon obtained a book. The French farmer shook the thought from his head and put the book down on the small coffee table by his side. He took his reading glasses off and placed them on the coffee table next to the book. The Frenchman closed his eyes and placed his hands on his chest. Silence crept into the comfy cottage home. A smile graced his lips as he finally had peace.

Francis' peace was soon interrupted by a knock on the door. That was strange. There was no one who lived around his farm for miles. Francis opened his eyes and picked himself off of his rocking chair. He dragged his feet to the door. He hesitated for a minute before opening the door. "Yes?" Francis looked to see who was his guest was. There was a boy at the door. He looked to be no older than 17. He had short messy blond hair. He was cute despite his very large eyebrows and his emerald eyes were beautiful. However, there was something off about the boy though. Francis scanned the boy again and saw two small horns protruding from the boy's cranium. He also noticed a tail peeking out from his jacket. "May I help you," Francis asked confused. The blond boy looked away. "Hello, Francis." The voice of the boy was smooth and was tinted with a British accent. Francis was shocked to hear his voice come out of the obviously British male's mouth. And he caught other things about the boy's appearance. The Briton's canines were long and needle like. His eyes were also not very human. They looked like cat's eyes.

"How do you know my name," Francis asked in a surprised tone. "You are Francis Bonnefoy. You are a farmer." The young British boy answered. Francis raised a fine eyebrow at the boy. It wasn't really an answer but it would have to do. "If I may ask, who are you?" The blond looked at him and answered. "You named me Arthur." Francis' eyes went wide with shock. It made sense now some of the boy's features, His scaly tail, his horns, eyes and teeth. It all made sense.

Francis lightly grabbed Arthurs hand and let him inside his home. "I never knew dragons could shape shift," Francis absentmindedly blurted. "Of course we can," Arthur snapped at him. Arthur's eyes began to wander to all the sights there were to behold in the cottage. There was a fireplace, a chair and a coffee table set close to each other in a corner of the room. There were also a couple of bookshelves scattered along the walls. Arthur looked toward the ceiling and began to sniff the air. Everything in the house smelled of the earth and of Francis. Arthur found it an odd mix but strangely, he liked it.

Arthur's curiosity began to stir toward the objects in the room. "What's that?" Arthur pointed to Francis' rocking chair. Francis looked to Arthur and smiled. "That's a chair mon cher." Arthur walked up to the chair warily and sniffed at it. Like everything else, it smelled of Francis. Arthur slowly sat down. As the chair went back, Arthur gave a yelp and jumped out of it. Francis held back a snicker at the dragon boy's curiosity. "That bloody thing tried to kill me!" Arthur gave the rocking chair a glare and an animalistic growl. Francis gave a light chuckle. "It's supposed to swing back like that, Arthur. Humans find the rocking relaxing." Arthur gave the thing a final growl and looked back at Francis, puzzled. "How is it relaxing?" The dragon asked. Francis walked over to the chair and sat in it. Arthur watched Francis rock back and forth. The Frenchman raised his hand and ushered Arthur towards the chair. The British dragon walked towards him. Francis stopped rocking the chair and patted his lap. "Sit." Arthur stared curiously at the Frenchman's lap then at his face. "I still don't know why it's relaxing," Arthur replied. Francis smiled and said, "You'll see. Now sit."

Arthur sat in Francis' lap. He jumped slightly at the rocking but was soon comforted by Francis holding him securely, making sure he wouldn't fall. He soon relaxed into Francis' warm arms. He was right, the rocking was relaxing. Arthur just sat in the farmer's arms and soaked in all the sights of the human cottage. His eyes then wandered to the book of fairytales that he had given Francis earlier to read to him. The dragon squirmed out of the Frenchman's arms and reached for the book. Francis watched him as if he was a puppy who had just entered his new home and wanted to know what everything was. Arthur opened the book and looked at the words. Arthur was able to learn human language, but he only spoke in his human form. He didn't know how to read, sadly.

He looked up at Francis who looked at him with fascinated eyes. "Francis, what does this book say?" Arthur opened the book to a page with large text and a picture. Francis gently took the book from Arthur's hands and looked at the page. "It says, Cinderella." The boy looked at the page curiously and asked, "Read it to me?" Francis smiled at the request and picked his reading glasses and put them on. Francis got halfway through the story till Arthur grabbed the glasses off his face and put them on himself. "What are these," Arthur asked again. Francis gave a chuckle at Arthur. He looked adorable in his reading glasses. "They are my reading glasses. It's hard for me to read without them, Cher." He tried to pull them off of the dragon boy's face but failed as Arthur gave a menacing growl. This made him laugh harder. "Okay, fine. You can wear them." Francis pulled a spare pair he had just in case those broke the ones that had made a home on Arthur's Face. Arthur's tail curled happily around Francis' leg. Francis kept reading to him.

Once Francis had finished reading to the dragon, Arthur looked at him with an innocent face. That face just made his heart melt. The two just stared at each other till Arthur broke the silence. "Francis, I know a kiss is a way that humans show affections to each other, but what does a kiss feel like?" Francis' eyes widened at the question and he blushed. That totally caught him off guard. 'U-um, well, you see. A kiss feels like happiness in your heart. And it feels like soft petals dancing on your lips." Arthur stared at Francis and blushed. "Francis, you are the first human who doesn't chase me and doesn't want to hurt me or kill me. Are you my Prince Charming?" The dragon boy asked innocently. Francis' breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the blond in his lap. Francis was about to say something till he was cut off by Arthur talking once more.

"Francis, would you kiss me like Prince Charming kissed Cinderella?" Francis was caught off guard again. He shakily took Arthur's hands into his own and held him close. Arthur seemed to be a little nervous by the way he looked at the French farmer. Slowly their lips inched towards each other till they finally connected. The kiss was short but sweet and loving. Then they slowly parted. Arthur flushed and got off of Francis. He carefully checked another room in the small house and walked inside. Francis got off the rocking chair and took his reading glasses off. He followed the British dragon only to find him in his bed sniffing and playing with the sheets. Arthur once again asked, "What are these and why do they smell like you?" A smile formed on Francis' lips as he gave a sigh. "It's a bed. It's where I sleep when I'm tired." Arthur smiled as his tail playfully swished. "Can I sleep in your bed with you?" The dragon asked.