Once upon a time there was a young girl.
About 20 years old.
Ginger hair.
Brilliant blue eyes.
Sexy af.
And all she ever wanted to be was a princess.
But no not any normal kinda princess.
Not the kind who waits for Prince Charming.
But rather a princess who got shit done.
Her parents would never let her live such a lifestyle though.
They wanted her to be pretty.
Smart.
Know how to dance.
And of course.
Meet Prince Charming.
So the princess began to rebel.
She fought Long and hard to be her own person.
But when her parents realised what she was doing the decided to lock her in a tower.
Now protecting the tower was dragon.
A loving caring dragon actually.
The dragon soon realised how distressed the princess was.
Realising that no person should be controlled by someone else the dragon decided to protect the princess.
No matter what cost.
So whatever prince or knight in shining armour came towards the tower.
The dragon huffed and puffed and sent them all fleeing away.
The princess eventually realised what the dragon was doing.
She had never meet someone like this.
Someone who actually cared enough about her that they would protect her.
However soon more people came to the tower.
Demanding the princess to be their pretty little trophy.
The dragon couldn't keep them all at bay anymore.
So with one last ditch attempt the dragon snatched the princess from her tower.
And flew.
The dragon flew and flew.
Until they could not fly anymore.
The dragon set the princess on the ground with utmost care.
And for the first time in years.
The princess felt the grass.
Breathed in the fresh air.
And laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
For she was free from that tower.
From the idealism set onto her.
She was her own person.
And she had only one person to thank.
Her dragon.
