The Dragon made her the princess, which the world wanted to save. No harm, no mistreatment. The Dragon treated her like a fellow companion. Without the fear of being chained or tortured or give up on her dreams. She lived with her Dragon in their desolate castle. Away from mankind. Away from hypocrisy. The days of Dragon were done. The Prince came. Slayed the dragon. Taken by the Prince, she was enslaved again. “I don’t want to go”, she cried. She ran. He caught her by hair and started beating her. Dragged her into the court. A chivalrous act it was called. The kingdom celebrated their prince’s victory. Stories were written “Saving the Princess”. Or so they were called. But not once did they ask her, “Who saved you?”.