The white wings  extended in the sky above and blocked the cold light of the rising sun. In a mist of heat and cold fever, King George awoke, his clothes drenched in sweat. For an entire year his every dream at night had ended with the same image. He knew something about recurrent dreams and the fact that they were to be taken quite seriously, but still it was a dream and he had no idea what it meant.

He strode to his window. It was still dark outside but one could easily spot the feeble light that was slowly painting the horizon over the sea. He looked down and in the yard of the Regal Pearl(his dragon), saw his joy and pride staring at the faraway seagulls wheeling above the coastline. Berenice was as white as snow and her scales glittered in the starlight. She was young, large and ate nothing but fish. Her slender neck, big green eyes and silver spikes that made a crown on her head added much beauty to her shapely figure.