You had been taken long ago-- it must have been a good few years since you were first snatched up by the dragon who had decided that you would be a part of his hoard. And a Dragon would never leave its hoard unguarded. No, he would always guard you. You were the crown jewel.

Many knights were sent to 'save' you. None succeeded or returned once they were sent out. Who would be able to slay a dragon of all things?

One quiet summer night, a warrior clad in golden knight armor marched into the lair of the dragon. His metal armor clanked together, and he stood before the dragon, who was perched on mountains of gold, curled up in a light slumber. The creature's chest rose and fell gently, huffs of hot air escaping his nostrils and maw occasionally. The knight declared that he was there to reclaim the princess, which awoke the dragon in a snap.

The dragon raised his head slowly, his green scales shifting and shimmering in the light by the torches lining the cave. He glanced at the knight for a moment, and then opened his mouth. A short burst of flame erupted from its maw, silencing the knight forevermore, leaving gold armor to clatter to the ground.

Crocodile shifted slightly, raising his wing, where his true treasure lay. There you were, slumbering peacefully on a large pillow his human servants had made him long ago.