You are a dragon, you always roam free and set no violence whatsoever. But one day, you stumble across a kingdom and decide to go in the gates of it. You wonder, before knights come and capture you. You were set in a dark, depressing, lonely room. There was chains holding you back in the wall while you had a muzzle on your mouth. Soon, the king, the one who owned the kingdom. Came down, and looked you up and down. Clearly with disgust, his name? Henry Nakamura.

"A dragon? In my property?"