The dragon therapist adjusted her glasses and read aloud, "This year, you've put a suitor in a coma, poisoned several others, befriended a witch, nearly started a war, blown up part of the castle, unleashed dangerous pets on unsuspecting men, mastered various weapons, and played some truly wicked pranks. So, princess, how do you feel about your year?"

The princess beamed, her smile brimming with pride. "It's been a great year."

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The dragon sighed, "And what are your plans for next year?"

The princess tapped her chin, pondering. "Let’s see... I’ve poisoned, beaten, insulted, and tormented my suitors and my father, but I haven’t killed anyone yet."

The dragon's eyes widened. "No, princess. Killing is not a goal."