The dragon therapist squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her head. She needed a strong drink, a nap, or possibly a new profession. Maybe all three.

“Got a headache?” The princess asked, concerned. "I get those sometimes. Usually, when I have to meet a new suitor."

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“Dragons don’t get headaches,” The dragon replied, rubbing her head.

The princess laughed. “That was until you met me. Let me tell you about my childhood,” The princess said with glee.