[ WP ] You 've just been informed that your liege had told you to *slay* the dragon , not *lay* the dragon . That would 've been great to know earlier .

`` God damn it, Brad.'' Arms crossed, Princess Moon pinched the bridge of her nose. She openned her eyes. Indeed, the Barbarian was still there and so was the very much alive, silver-blue Dragon, sitting, in *her* court. 
 
 The Page had woken her up not 20 minutes ago, it was still too early in the morning and the coffee had not boiled over yet. A light breeze flew in through the high windows, making the translusent aether curtains dance gently. Only a faint glow of the comming sun could barely be seen creaping over the horizon. 
 
 Keeping her eyes closed, she shifted herself on her throne, leaning on her left arm and touched two fingers to her temple. `` Go through it again, I want to make sure I understand.'' An aide came running up to the high marble chair from a service door hidden behind the throne carrying a large, deep blue porceline mug of coffee and handed it to the Princess. The rich earthy smell made her open her eyes as she reached for the cup `` Thank you.'' 
 
 `` Well, I's was summoned here days ago,'' Brad started 
 
 Princess Moon sipped her coffee and waved her hand `` Yes yes, you can skip all that. You arrived at... `` she looked down at the unusually passive elephant-sized dragon curled up and resting on the mirror-polished floor ``... it's layer, and?'' 
 
 `` She wasn' happy. Put up a good fight. I's lunged at her over an' over,'' the Barbarian mimicked swinging his axe with his large hands `` I's being thrown all over the cave,'' he stepped back clumsily, fur-linned boots padding along the floor-tiles, his arms wide `` but in the end I's managed to do what you asked'' Brad stepped forward and crossed his arms, proudly nodding `` and I's layed her.'' 
 
 `` Hrft, excuse me?'' The Princess slightly choked on her coffee, a finger raising up to wipe an errant drop along her pointy chin. `` When you say's'layed' you mean...?'' 
 
 Brad stepped forward and said with even more gusto `` We's fell ah-sleep. It wasn' easy, but we's warmed up to our might, we's got a little closer and she's a real soft if you know her.'' At that Brad patted the dragon's smooth scaled serpant neck with his bear-like hands `` And we's layed together.'' 
 
 Haunched over, Princess Moon had buried her head in her hands, long fine blonde hair spilling on both sides `` SLAY. I said *slay* the Dragon, not *lay* the Dragon!'' she lifted her head up and adjusted her light blue sleeping gown and shook her hand rapidly `` Why did you even bring... her here!?'' 
 
 Like any Barbarian, but easpecially Brad, he was not very good at picking up social cues. Most interactions usually consisted of pannicked screaming and running. `` Oh, that. See, after we's layed - `` the Princess let out a groan `` We's were talking abouts you and how you had all lots of gold and such.'' 
 
 Sinking backwards in her thrown, her chin almost touching her chest the Princess only managed to sigh `` the short of it, please.'' 
 
 `` Oh, er'' Brad pointed with hands back at the Dragon, sunlight creeping into the room and illuminating his heavy-muscle bare-chested self `` She says she can guard it. Calls it mud alley bon-if-ique-cal.'' 
 
 `` Pardon me Brad.'' The Dragon seeing Brad's usefullness had run its course, finally lifted itself up and gently pushed the Barbarian's leather battle-kilt, slidding him backwards `` What I did say was'Mutually benificial'.'' her patient voice was quite deep for a human, but very high for a dragon. 
 
 Sitting back up and sipping from her coffee with narrow eyes the Princess was suddently curious ``... Continue.'' 
 
 `` Very well. As you well know, dragons hoard gold. Any hoard, any gold.'' The Dragon made turning motions with her paw and twiddling the tips of her claws `` Instead of taking your reserves I shall protect it as though it were mine. You get added protection, I get a hoard without the trouble and the best place to sleep.'' she concluded, rubbing the polished floor. 
 
 `` And you would offer this because...?'' rotating her wrist, the Princess was still not convinced 
 
 `` Pride.'' the Dragon flipped over her paw `` No other dragon has this position. I also outlive all of you multiple times over, I can sleep and two generations pass. This would not be a torid affair.'' 
 
 Staring intently at the Dragon, Princess Moon finished her coffee. Her coffers were already overly protected, which could just as well serve to keep a dragon in. Plus when word got out that a dragon served as a guard... She extended her arm and let go of her mug without looking, it tumbled in the air and landed in an aide's outstretched hands soundlessly. 
 
 This is why she liked Brad, he consistantly failed upwards. 
 
 This could work, yes, this could work. 
 
 
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