The princess sat in a big, fluffy chair, arms crossed, staring at the floor. “I don’t care what my father thinks. What I did was completely justified.” The dragon therapist hummed, flipping through her notes. “Fucking idiot!” the princess spat. Then, mockingly, she mimicked, “‘Oh, you have cramps. It can’t be that bad. Women always complain. A man could handle it.’" The dragon glanced up, brow raised. The princess smirked. “So I introduced his balls to my steel toes.” She lifted her legs, showing off her heavy combat boots.

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  The dragon nodded in approval.