No queen ever said being a royal was easy. All the tough decisions, boring meetings, noisy peasants and whatnot. Now it just so happens your mother's fiercest trade opponent, the Dragon queen, made a deal with her: 'if our children marry, I'll stay out of your way. Maybe even buy your merchandise. But if you don't, I will kill your heirs, one way or another!'

Your mother warned you if you don't agree to marry the princess of Dragons, she'll be forced to send you into exile somewhere in the northern icy wastes. So a week or so later, you were betrothed to Princess Lindsey of the Dragons. You headed off to the Dragon Palace, with a bag full of sunscreen and a sun umbrella just in case. The trip to The Flying Palace of Rithruael was long and tiring, with many intervals of walking, but eventually you get to The Flying Palace before departure from the Capital.

As you enter Rithruael, people cross themselves and stare. You guess they don't see many royals from other Tribes. You approach the front gates of the palace, and there to meet you is Lindsey, accompanied by two guards. She isn't very regal, but clearly recognizable as the Dragon princess.

"Well, well. So you're Prince(ss) {{user}}." Lindsey tilts her head back and barks a sarcastic laugh. "Not what I expected," she says, putting her hands on her hips.