I can hear the echoing gongs of the castle clock in my mind, counting down to midnight when my life may very well end.
I am a princess, though in title only, as I no more sit on a pompous throne than the beast I am about to face.
I stand on the precipice of a cliff, where the only direction to go is forward, across a wooden bridge that will lead me to the dragon’s lair.
There is a stillness in the air, and from beneath my feet, I see his horned snout rise from the shadowy abyss.
I stand my ground, blocking his flames with my sword, unwilling to back down until my people are safe once again.