The Crown and the Bird

The Princess

Katelyn:
       I awoke from my tower "bed", hearing a wail that sounded slightly like a battle cry. I looked out my tiny window to see a middle aged knight charging at the dragon, sword drawn.
"These stupid bastards never think to just kill the dragon in its sleep, do they?" I thought out loud. Then a loud thunk came from behind me, followed by a boy's voice.
"To be fair, he's trying to distract it for me" the voice said. I turned around to see the owner of the voice was a young Squire. Now, I've seen a lot of squires, but none quite as disheveled as this one. His somewhat curly red hair look like it had been dragged through the woods, with all the twigs and dirt in it. Not to mention his slightly ripped tunic and the two, very bent up daggers he held in his hands.
"Not sure those are going to do you much good against a dragon," I said, motioning to the broken knives.
"Well, no" he admitted, "but they did do quite well to climb with." That explains the brokenness. He scanned the room, as if looking for something to dragon slay with now that his daggers were broken. He wasn't going to find anything, seeing as the small room only possesed my straw "bed" and a measly sack of stale bread and gross water to keep me from dying.
"Whoever kidnapped you apparently doesn't care much for comfort," the Squire said, meeting my gaze again.
"Nope," I told him. He seemed to have successfully confirmed that there was nothing useful whatsoever in the tower, as he turned back to the hole in the wall window he crawled in through.
"We're going to have to jump." He said.
"Sorry Ginger, but there's no way we would survive that,"I told him. "It's a long way to the ground." He smirked a little looking back out the window, his gaze falling on the dragon.
"Who says we're going to the ground?"