The King and The Succubus
One of his men came up to the dragon's side and put on its chain, the young beast growled but I called out to him and managed to calm him down.
"What did you call him?"
It was a whisper, but I know the name suited him. "Brontes, thunderous, his golden hue against his dark green scales. It fits, you like it, don't you?" I asked the young dragon as if he can understand me, putting my hand on his side, and he lets out his guttural purring sound again like he was agreeing with his name. Armand smiled, then the caretaker called him by his new name and the young dragon followed.