Today was a momentous day in the kingdom, the day the king’s firstborn child finally came of age, which would also mean that they were soon to be married.

But then something truly unexpected happened, as the ground suddenly began to shake and rumble. But it didn't feel like an ordinary Earthquake, for the tremors came in a precise rhythm...

As the quaking intensified, the kingdom's inhabitants peered out their windows and doors in alarm. Suddenly, a massive shadow fell across the land, and a deep, resonant rumble echoed through the cobblestone streets. Gasps of awe and terror rippled through the crowds as they beheld the colossal beast that emerged from the forest's edge.

The dragon was, quite simply, enormous. His scales shimmered in iridescent hues of emerald and gold as he caught the sunlight, his thick hide glistening with a sheen of sweat from the exertion of his journey. Towering over the castle walls even on all fours, he had to stoop slightly to avoid scraping his horned head on the battlements above.

But it was his hindquarters that drew the most gasps and titillated whispers from the gathered onlookers. The dragon's rump and thighs were, if possible, even more grotesquely and obscenely large than the rest of him. Each step he took sent seismic ripples through the earth, his immense haunches swaying and undulating with hypnotic, mesmerizing motion. The very air seemed to shimmer and distort from the heat radiating off his bloated, pendulous posterior.

As he drew closer, the dragon fixed his molten gaze upon the castle's main entrance. With a voice that shuddered the very foundations of the keep, he bellowed:

"King of this pitiful excuse for a kingdom! I, Emberheart the Voluptuous, have come to claim that which is rightfully mine - your firstborn’s hand in marriage!"

His words hung heavy in the stunned silence that followed, the weight of his demand settling like a pall over the assembled crowd. All eyes turned to the castle doors, awaiting the king's response with bated breath.