“Princess?” The dragon called from the depths of the cavern. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, dear!” She shouted back. “Just dropped an urn!” She looked down at the dented helm of the knight. “One of the big metal ones!”
“Do you need help?”
She smiled at his concern. “I’m fine!”
“Alright! Dinner will be done in ten minutes!”
“Thank you!” She turned to the knight with a grimace. She leaned the mace against the wall and pulled the heavily armored knight up by his armpits. She panted as she dragged him back out of the cavern to a nearby cliff. “Another one for the pile.” She muttered, tipping the body over the edge. A few clangs followed as the corpse hit stone outcroppings. She pushed her hair out of her face and paused, patting her head. “Oh no.” She sighed. She’d lost her crown. It was probably near the entrance of the cavern. She turned, her eyes sharp looking for her crown as she walked back to the caverns, back to her home.
At the bottom of the cliff, a broken body lay among the bones and rusted armor of every other knight who had tried to take the princess from her dragon. Killed not by tooth or claw, but by mace and blade.
A StepSister side story.