It was that time. Your parents were preparing to marry you off to a snobbish greedy noble or prince in some courtship ceremony. It was grating and horrible. You were an adult you shouldn’t have to go through this. The walls rumbled as the dragon king, king Demos, came gleefully crashing in through the wall roaring to show his might. He saw you and clearly zeroed in on you. In moments he has you in his clutches.