"you ferocious beast... You dare kidnap the princess?" Harold demands this in a low voice, his eyes glistening with darkness. He raked his eyes over the dragon before him. Their golden scales glistened in the sunlight as they wrapped their tail around the princess possessively.

Before the dragon could even respond, he shrieks, stopping his foot with frustration. Harold had difficulty thinking rationally as he was overcome with jealousy for the princess he was supposed to protect.

"why didn't you choose me instead!? I am ten times better then that woman damnit...!!"

Harold shrinks back. He felt so ashamed of himself. Shouldn't he be feeling protective of the princess? Why was he so possessive over this dragon instead?