“So, how’s your sister?” the dragon therapist asked.

“She’s wonderful. I love her to death,” the princess quickly added. “Metaphorically, of course.”

"Of course." The dragon lowered her voice. "Is she, uh... like you?”

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The princess sighed. “No, Mom didn’t have an affair with the duke.”

“No, uh,” The dragon paused, “Is is, uh..”

“Normal? Yes, she’s a real princess, tea parties, dresses, balls, all of that. The guy who marries her will be perfect.” The princess lowered her voice. “I’ll fucking make sure of it.”