She cried, screamed, kicked, and punched when the knight swooped her out of the collapsing castle leaving the wounded dragon behind.
Years later she ran away through the winding maze, through the slippery mud, until the guards caught her and dragged her back to the palace.
There she would scream till her throat felt like it was on fire and blood would coat her throat making it hard to breath then she'd collapsed with no energy left in her body.
Her dreams was of her flying, fire and smoke surrounding her, and she longed for the day her dragon would come and bring her 'home'.
A new knight appeared in the palace garden claiming to not see the prince she can't stand, not wanting to see the one she despises calling mother, but to see her. When his eyes meets her's she smiles for the first time since the prince took her 'home'. The fire in his gaze is the same as her own.
She'd recognize her dragon anywhere.
