[ WP ] Saved the Princess . Killed the Dragon . Happily ever after . But before that , you have to attend a funeral . For the dragon you just killed . And you ca n't refuse since his will asked for you specifically by name .

“ He wanted me to be there? ” I asked incredulously, I didn ’ t even know dragons had wills, and the idea that Tyrellion would have put me on his will was laughable. 
 
 “ It would appear so, ” said the King of the Eastern Realms, my soon to be father-in-law. 
 
 “ Well I won ’ t go. ” I said. I didn ’ t much fancy walking into a den of grieving dragons, especially after I had killed one of their kin. 
 
 “ You most certainly will. Dragons are a proud race, if you deny the last request of one of their kind they will surely wage war on the Eastern Realms, ” the King said. “ No, you will go. Or you will not marry my daughter. ” 
 
 The old man had me there, the beautiful Princess Demelza was my prize for slaying Tyrellion, and I was not going to give her up. She was my ticket to a better life, and I had never seen a more beautiful ticket. 
 
 “ I shall gather my things, it will be a long journey. ” I said. The King merely nodded in approval before leaving my chambers. 
 
 Word clearly travels quickly in the castle, as I saw a crowd gathering outside the front gates. A gathering like that was only to see off royalty or to witness executions, though it my case it could be both. As I mused on my potential imminent death the doors to my chambers burst open and in ran my bride to be. 
 
 “ Darling! You can ’ t go! I don ’ t know what I ’ d do if something happened to you! ” She cried, throwing herself into my arms. 
 
 “ I don ’ t want to go either, my beloved. But your father says we are not to marry if I do not go. ” I said. 
 
 “ We can run away, far from my father. Live out our lives together on a farm somewhere, ” she suggested, and when I hesitated followed up with. “ You don ’ t just want to marry me for the kingdom? Do you darling? ” 
 
 Now to say that the primary reason I had gone to save Demelza wasn ’ t to become Prince and one day King of all the Eastern Realms would have been a lie. So I lied. “ Of course not, my beloved. But we risk war with the dragons if I don ’ t go. It is my duty to the kingdom. ” 
 
 Demelza ’ s crying started again and she buried her head in my chest. I think I got away with it. 
 
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 It took three days to reach Dracon ’ s Rest, the ancestral home of all Dragonkin. Three days in a saddle have a way of tenderizing a man ’ s meat, and I wanted nothing more than to rest and take a cold bath, but I was already a day late. Thank the gods Draconic funerals last a week. 
 
 I tied up my Aberworth, my faithful steed, to a stump outside. After sharing a profound farewell I head off into the chasm. If I ended up becoming a dragon snack inside, then Aberworth was bound to be desert. As I navigated the cavern I felt a definite decline, I was descending into the belly of the Earth. The walls around me got tighter and the air got preternaturally hot. As sharp stone scraped against me on both sides I began to seriously regret not looking around for the dragon ’ s entrance, which must have been more than big enough for a human to fit through. 
 
 After what must have been minutes of travelling, I ’ m not one for exaggerating time, the cave started to open out and I heard booming voices, echoing off the great stone walls. I could see colossal figures moving in the distance, dimly illuminated by seams of a glowing ore and streams of bright magma. From the outlines of these dragons, I could tell that Tyrellion was a baby in comparison. Any hopes of fighting my way out quickly disintegrated like they had been subjected to dragonfire. 
 
 I usually found that one could fit in to any situation as long as they dressed well and walked with authority, however something told me this strategy would not work out right now, so I let out a feeble greeting. 
 
 “ Hello? I ’ m here to answer the request of Tyrellion. ” 
 
 One of the larger dragons moved its head to look at me, scales scraping against one another like huge stone slabs. 
 
 “ Ahh human, just in time for the reading of the will, ” it spoke, with a voice like a hurricane. “ Please, take a seat. ” 
 
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