The princess felt a familiar tingling itch on the end of her nose. She was allergic to dragons, soon her eyes would start streaming and turn a purple red. She didn't want the responsibility of becoming dragon princess head of the fourth quarter of Iridan, she wanted to fight but not to lead.

The rancid algae ridden breath oozed its steam over her right shoulder, it clogged her nostrils to vomit proportions. Derin the Wierd had been chosen as her combatant in the battle to come, his teeth had grated many an enemies limb. The Trinons would surely rattle with fear as they saw her mighty troop descend.

It was not the battle that perturbed her thought, but the sneezing and streaming eyes that may blind her view of the battle. To lose her focus and perhaps her life because of a sneeze would be the ultimate in humiliation in such a well honed warrior as her self.

She girded her loins and took a heavy step forward to be crowned.