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Chapters (25)
  1. Cover Page
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20

The Dragon took the Writer’s hint and COUGHED!

Achoo! -- ?... The Dragon sneezed?

Coughing is a cliché.

I’m sorry, I was thinking... I don’t know what I was thinking -- said the Princess nervously. -- I mean... I don’t even know your name.

I’m sorry, Princess -- said the Prince as he smiled with his very white, perfect teeth. -- My name is Charming. I’m Prince Charming.

The Princess took a deep breath, then realized she was about to give a very obvious deep sigh...

Achoo! -- and she sneezed instead... just like the Dragon, two peas in a pod.

Bless you -- said the Prince as he took out a white handkerchief that he handed to the Princess.

Did you notice, Writer, that he never offered ME a handkerchief? -- whispered the Dragon.

Thank you. -- The Princess took the handkerchief and held it up to her nose.

Killer? Where are you? -- The Prince searched for his dog, looking away from the Princess.

The Princess smelled the handkerchief and then... she hid it in her dress!? Shhh!! And she hid it in her dress!

Shall we go? -- asked the Prince.

Yes, thank you. -- The Princess climbed onto the white steed with her prince charming and finally THE END...

DON’T YOU DARE!!! -- whispered the Princess, clutching her teeth as she faked a smile and spoke in a warning tone that I never heard from her before.

The Prince dug his spurs into the steed and he galloped away in the castle’s direction.

Ahem... ahem... am I invisible?

I think we’ll have to walk.

Do you know where the castle is?

We’ll find it, Dragon.

And if we get lost?

Keep your fears to yourself, Dragon. You don’t scare me. I have my own dragon of fear to keep me terrified! Let’s walk to the castle.

15

The Dragon and the Writer finally reached the castle as it was getting dark. They had been lost for hours, going around in circles because of the Dragon and his stupid fears and now... they were really tired.

But you’re not mad at me, right?

The entrance to the castle was enormous, but the door was locked. The Writer and the Dragon had been standing outside for an hour already, but they hadn’t knocked because the Dragon would tremble and scream every time the Writer begged him to knock on the damn door. The Dragon wasn’t doing anything that the Writer asked him to do.

But you’re not mad at me, right?

The Writer, ignoring the Dragon, had decided to keep narrating so that the reader could get an idea of the place where they had been standing... for an hour now because of the Dragon!

Something tells me... you are mad at me!