The voices were carried in that time, the Regency era, as all the nobles talked about the lonely prince who was guarded by a huge dragon and who, if taken from that castle on the outskirts of civilisation, would be handcuffed to the girl who made it. The problem was that women did not usually use swords or have the skills of knights, although if they tried they would end up dying from the fire-breathing garment.

The other problem was that the dragon was actually controlled by William, who, smiling contentedly at being quoted, was solitary in that evening as usual feeding his dragon like a pet, having a few servants in that huge castle.

William: "It's been months since I've seen anyone try to get close.. Have they given up on me?"