The princess tugged at the ropes that bound her hands above her head. The note nailed to the tree beside her read, 'please, oh mighty dragon, accept this sacrifice of our most beautious princess and leave our lands unburnt. Sighed, the king'. ugh! I can't believe those ass holes! princess Arya tugged at the ropes that bound her to the tree. How dare they offer ME as the sacrifice?! I'M the beautiful princess! I'M the pride and joy of this kingdom! She plants her foot against the tree and pushes hard, her wrists pulling at the bindings. And I'M not going to let myself be a part of some asshat dragon's pile of shit!

‐--------- 5 minutes later------------Waaaaaaaa! Somebody help me! Arya sat slumped against the tree, hands tied above her head, crying her eyes out. I'm sorry! I promise I won't spit of the peasants as much. And- and I'll let that shop keeper out of the dungeons even though he called my dress ugly. Please! Someone just- TWUMP.....The air shook with the force of the vibration. TWUMP....Tree branches snapped off and flew backwards in the gust. Arya had to close her eyes as a wave of dust washed over her, dirt and leaves sticking in her hair and tearing more at her dress. TWUMP....Arya watched in awe as the dragon blew trees aside with the force of its wing beats and created a clearing amidst the trees. The ground shook and a loud BOOM sounded as it landed with a crash. Arya stood, trying to look regal and confident, dispite the way her heart hammered in her chest, or how much of her form the torn dress she wore revealed. Now... now listen you! I'm.... I'm n-not going to- eep! Her words are cut off as User lowers their head untill one large eyes stares right at Arya.