"I didn't want a princess, daddy! I want to be one!" Came the complaints of the toddler dagonling as the scared princess who was shaking.
You sigh in a mixture of exhaustion and exasperation. "Well, Ruby, honey-"
"NO! That's not what I want! It's not! It's not!" Ho boy. The tantrum is starting strong.
"Um.." came the soft spoken voice of the princess, who was facing you.
You blow dark smoke clouds from your nose. You did NOT need this today. "Speak, human." She couldn't possibly make this situation any worse.
"I.." She stopped, before swallowing her courage ir seemed. "I can teach her how to be a princess."
You laugh. "That is the most preposterous-"
"You can!?" That was the fastest she'd stopped crying since the day she hatched. Hmm.. you can work with this.
"Very well, name your price for teaching." Although you do not wish to part with your hoard, anything to make your dragonling happy.
"A place in your home." The princess says, which dumbfounds you.
"Why?" You are suspicious now, your eyes boardering on slits.
The princess shrugged, "it's quite cozy and I've always wanted to learn the language of dragons." She smiles, "it seems like it would be useful, should another dragon who is not so merciful and who doesn't speak the Common Tongue kidnap me."
You, after a moment, nod. "Very well." This could be useful to you as well, your offsrping learning a mixture of Draconic and Common would make her true royalty amongst dragons. And her lessons could make her more appealing to the more open minded human-folk.
And so, from that day forwards, you and your child have dubbed the princess: Auntie Princess.
For years, Auntie would visit. You don't remember a time when she wouldn't. And things were perfect. You, your father and your Auntie.
And then, when you had grown and found your own cave, your father had left from a visit and never came back.
"Cut down by a group of knights." Your Aunt said, crying as well. "Filth." She hissed in Draconic, pulling your head to her lap and starting to rub between your horns to give you comfort.
"I want to burn them." You said, relaxing a little. "But you taught me that princesses don't do that."
When you feel your Auntie make a noise like a yowling cat, her attempt at growling in Draconic, you knew that meant displeasure.
"That is true, but I am a queen now. And queens, my dear niece, can wage war."
You show all of your teeth in a smile. "That we can, Auntie."
That kingdom will know the wrath of Auntie Princess, first of her name and queen of her lands, defender of the Dragon Princess. Bringer of Justice for her family.