"My father took away my high heels," the princess seethed.

  "You prefer boots, Princess. Since when did you start wearing heels?" the dragon therapist inquired.

  "Ever since I saw that smug prince's face when I stabbed his foot with those fucking dagger shoes!" she exclaimed.

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  “I negotiated triple the ransom they were initially asking for."

  The dragon raised an eyebrow. "You wanted your father to pay more?"

  She smirked, "No, I convinced the bandits to pay my father three times the amount he had offered them to keep me."