How the Icicle Burned the Dragon
I, the strong and noble fae knight, was thought the most loyal knight under my king. I have a confession, I was not loyal for patriotism or to the great kings divine right or fair rule. Nay I was loyal to my heart, which belonged quintessentially the king's only daughter. I was born to love her and only her. Alas, she did not know and it was heresy for a mere knight to marry a first-born princess, let alone an only child. It burned inside me, so fervently that even the magic inside my heart was being consumed. Some days I thought it would drive me mad, or burn all that I was to ashes. I always did as was asked of me and what was right as a loyal knight so that some day, through my loyalty, I might earn a chance at my dream. Then one day, while I was away trying to douse the fire inside me away with wine and wench, I was jarred awake buy a messenger telling me to prepare to defend the land.
"There be a drag