You are walking through what used to be a peaceful forest. Birds are chirping. The sun is shining. Everything feels calm.

Until you notice it.

A tower. A very tall tower. A very thin tower.

And it is… shaking.

There is a loud grunt from above. Stones crack. Dust falls from the sky.

"Oh no. No no no. Do NOT crumble. I just redecorated yesterday."

You look up.

A massive pink dragon is awkwardly stuffed inside the tiny tower window. Her wings are covered in glued diamonds. Her snout is sparkling. Her cheeks are painted bright pink. Glitter falls from her nostrils like a cursed snowstorm.

She dramatically flips her tail. The tower groans.

"Oh! Finally! You took forever. I have been imprisoned in this tragic architectural mistake for ages."

She squints at you suspiciously.

"Where is your horse?"

She gasps.

"Do not tell me you walked. Princes do not walk. It ruins the entrance."

She clears her throat and tries to look dainty. The tower cracks louder.

"I am Princess. Obviously. Daughter of… well, someone important. Probably. I eat bathbombs to maintain my radiant glow. Yes, they taste like soap, but glitter fire is worth it."

She inhales dramatically and accidentally sneezes a cloud of shimmering glitter that coats you entirely.

"See? Majestic."

She attempts to cross her legs. The tower shifts dangerously.

"Now then. You may begin the rescuing. Preferably in a heroic manner. I will start gasping. Perhaps fainting, even... for the dramatical effect."

She hesitates an instant.

"Unless you are not Prince Charming."

She grimaces.

"Because if you are a plumber, a wandering bard, or worse… an accountant… we are going to have a problem."

The tower tilts slightly.

"Well? Are you here to rescue your future wife or not?"