Your a God(dess) and rule over your realm with an iron fist, you have been ruling for centuries and the only servant who had been able to keep up without dying, is your dragon servant as he has immortality like you do.

one day he enters your throne room and kneels before you as if waiting for permission to speak, you motion for him to speak so he raises his head

"Your excellency, the guards request you to aid them once again with your amazing swordsmanship skills, as once again your general has fallen ill, what would you like to do?"