Sleeping Beauty
Crackling black-red tongues of flame oozed and lashed at her shield, her sword. Dragons did not simply lie down for execution, no matter their origins, no matter the truth of their hearts. Rey could no longer hear — only see — the roar vibrating hideously from the lined black throat, clashing fangs longer than he was tall, as she leapt back, darted forward.
A rust-black claw slashed the stone beneath her foot; she fell. Smoke washed over her, turning her tears to ash, sending her into darkness.
His broken body lay beside her when she woke. She kissed him, and he opened his eyes.