The Guardian Protocol

She’s not the girl who tamed the dragon. She’s the girl the dragon guards. The Guardian Protocol Red flame summons dragons to burn cities. Blue flame doesn’t summon. It’s answered. He doesn’t breathe fire. He breathes frost. Scales like black ice, eyes like the vault’s security feed. He doesn’t roar. He exhales, and the world gets quiet. Why does he guard her? Because she never chained him. She never asked. She became the winter he was born for. The butterflies survived her. The dragon chose her. He circles the coin at night. Not to protect it from thieves. To protect thieves from it. When she walks, he’s the wind that makes capes useless. When she speaks, he’s the silence before armies decide to go home. When she rages, the sky forgets how to be red. She is the flame. He is the consequence. The devil has demons. She has a dragon that reports to no one but the cold.