[ WP ] Write a story where a hero must save a dragon from a princess .

`` You can not!'' Sir Adalhard protested as much as his jaw allowed, his raven dark beard pressed against his chainmail. 
 
 `` Oh do n't be such a bore.'' Princess Hilton shrugged, holding a dark scaled dragon with crimson red eyes in her lap, poking the tip of its snout with a strawberry. `` Who does n't like strawberries. I mean, really?'' 
 
 The dragon, no older than a hatchling and at the size of a lamb, pulled its head back before squeaking out weakly in protest. Its wings hung lifeless along its sides, a sure sign of dehydration. The poor thing had probably not seen a teaspoon of water since it arrived in the princess chamber. Princess Hilton on the other hand, smiled and made merry baby talk to the dragon, trying to tempt it to eat the strawberry by making it fly towards it. Not finding the strength to hold its head up or pull it away, the dragon rested its chin on the princess' knee, breathing weakly in and out. 
 
 `` Indeed Sir Adalhard, `` Sir Wallace Justicar chimed in, looking rather smug for a man that had not bathed for a good month. `` Who on God's Green Earth does Not eat Strawberries?'' 
 
 `` Carnivores you ignorant fool!'' Sir Adalhard spat back, his fingers curling into fists that trembled with tension and made the battered leather in his cloves creak in protest to the strain. 
 
 `` I say.'' Sir Wallace Justicar huffed, tugging on his large robe which was crafted from a fine bear hide. A bear that Sir Adalhard had hunted last summer. `` Where are your manners, good knight? You're in the presence of royalty, not some common... filth.'' 
 
 `` Royalty be damned! That is abuse of our national animal.'' Sir Adalhard's words managed to leer their way through his teeth. `` The queen would have a lesser soul's head for such treatment.'' 
 
 `` Mother would never do that!'' Princess Hilton chuckled, her mouth open with laughter revealed her less appealing teeth, broken, crooked or flat out missing. `` I'm her little darling.'' 
 
 `` I'd advice you to check your privileges, Sir Adalhard.'' Sir Wallace Justicar warned with a stern tone that could intimidate a new born pup, though only on a good day. Today was not a good day. 
 
 `` YOU, good sir, can check your privileges when the dragon mother hears of this, this criminal neglect.'' Sir Adalhard barked back with an accusing finger pointed at the princess, his chainmail rattling as his shoulders tensed up and fat buggers of saliva flew from his lips. `` The proverb *'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'* has its origin from a dragon mother that had her children wronged.'' 
 
 `` A tale so old, even the mountains ca n't remember its origin.'' Sir Wallace Justicar whimpered back, taking a tactical maneuver to place the princess between him and the infuriated Sir Adalhard. 
 
 `` Age or tale has nothing to do with it you fool!'' Sir Adalhard looked down on the dragon, who just coughed and appeared to go even more limb than before. `` If you'd ever gotten off your fat ass and walked beyond the brothels of the inner walls, you'd see what these magnificent beasts can do. The grace of the Wind Clan dragons as they soar and ride the wind, the raw power of the Earth Clan dragons as they plow through rocks as if were made of paper, the awe of the Water Clan dragons as they guide our ships away from treachery shores and...'' 
 
 Sir Adalhard paused, realizing that his short speech had both the good for nothing princess and the whore humping knight on the edge of their seats. His voice sank to a growl, a looming thunderstorm of doom beyond salvation. ``... and the unforgiving wrath of the Fire Clan dragons as they tame erupting volcanoes for sport.'' 
 
 Pulling off his glove, he reached out to the little dragon with a naked hand and felt no breath tickle his fingers. Sir Adalhard's face drained of all color, his bulging eyes met the princess and in a glance a thousand screams rang between them, yet no sound was heard. Far into the east, beyond the ever burning mountains a roar sounded, distant yet it rang with enough vengeful sorrow to make even a righteous man's teeth rattle with fear.
