"How is your relationship with your mother?" asked the dragon therapist.

"I write to her every day." The Princess said, looking up at the cave ceiling.

"Is she visiting relatives?" The dragon asked.

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"Kinda. She's doing twenty in prison for espionage, attempted assassination, and attempted coup." The Princess was now inspecting her nails.

"In another kingdom?" The dragon asked, concerned.

The Princess laughed, "If my mom wanted my dad dead, he'd be fucking dead."