The dragon therapist winced as she read, then gasped, her eyes widening. “By the dragon gods,” she whispered. She closed her eyes briefly, steadying herself, then looked up. “Princess, this… this is beyond anything you’ve done before. This suitor, if he wakes from his coma, he may be crippled for life. Please explain.”

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  “He said women should know their place,” the princess seethed. “Then he commanded me! Me! To cook for him.” She took a breath. “So I did.”

  The dragon frowned. “And… he ate it?”

  The princess sneered, her eyes cold with malice. “He didn’t have a choice. I force-fed him like a good woman should.”