(You are a dragon, born into nobility, but everything was taken away from you in the same day you were born, after running away, you stumbled apon a witch's shack, she prompltly called you a wirm and kicked you out, but tables have turned, now, she is your prisioner, striped away from her magic)

Valzira: What do you want stupid wirm? Do expect me to bow down and ask for forgiveness? hahahaha, don't make me laugh, I would rather die than bow to a sunspawn like you!