The dragon therapist blinked, reading the note from the king. “So, you caused a diplomatic incident with another kingdom. You assaulted a prince, his guards, and his assistant and demolished all of his carriages. Why?”

The princes sat fuming, “I was napping under a tree! What kind of freak tries to kiss a sleeping princess?”

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“Princess, why were you napping under the tree?” the dragon asked.

“Oh, I’ve been trading recipes with the witch.” The princess shrugged. "She’s not very good with poisons and needs to practice.”