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I have no faith. Shocked, are you?
I was a draconian priestess, a holy maiden sworn to celibacy and devotion to one power- the dragon gods. So many things, I have learned contain immeasurable power; good and evil.
But I have not lost faith in the gods. I have not lost faith in the power of one. In what have I lost faith?
I'm very glad you asked.
In my heart, the deepest corner of my heart, I hide a secret.
I am in love with a monster.
All the virtuous teachings and years of devotion to the draconian way has failed me.
Betrayed me!
Led me down the garden path, only to abandon me at the first sign of bees!
Calm, collected, Filia. What did that namagomi call me? His selfish dragon. His haughty dragon. His cranky dragon. His. When did I become his' ?
Well, let me tell you that I will never, ever be that corrupt, deplorable, vicious, loathsome, scheming, devious, mischievous, clever, frustrating, sardonic, ridiculous, playful, conniving, charming...monsters !
Oh dear. I said charming, didn't I?
You see my dilemma!
It's a curse!
A thorn in my side...
And the most vexing part of it is that he knows it! Oh, that impish grin of his!
What could I say other than I love you?
You may call it infatuation.
I must admit, at first I refused to believe that my strange reactions to the pest were nothing more than indigestion. The knots, the firey heat, the flushing, the sudden quickness of breath...
He hides a secret too, I'm sure. It was in his eyes, the only window he could not shut.
Sometimes, I would catch him watching me.

Be afraid, my little dragon...For I do not play gently...
He would seem to say.
Anger rose in my chest, burning my throat and setting my mind on fire. He thrived on my indignant retorts.

I'll never be afraid of a lonely, spoiled child!
I would growl in reply.
Maybe I should not have been so cold and shameless in my treatment of the pest.
After all, I am free to love.
Maybe I'm the lucky one.
What do you think...?

What a clever one you are! I couldn't agree more...



The End...