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After a series of chaotic mishaps—involving a magical lute that only played sea shanties and a very confused forest sprite—they didn’t kill the dragon. They gave it Julian’s shiny, useless breastplate to use as a mirror, and the beast let them pass.

"Is it supposed to breathe fire like that?" Julian asked, pointing a trembling finger at the emerald-scaled beast currently roasting their campsite.

"It’s a dragon, Julian," Silas deadpanned, hauling the Prince backward by his cape. "They aren’t known for their cooling mist." Asi Que Esto Es Un Felices Para F T Lukens ...

In any other story, the Prince would slay the beast and marry a princess. But in a world written with a wink and a nudge, Julian didn’t want a princess. He wanted to know why Silas’s hand felt so steady against his back, and why the squire’s sarcasm felt more like a safety net than a sting.

As they sat by a stream, miles from the dragon and even further from the expectations of the court, Julian leaned his head on Silas’s shoulder. The armor was gone, the "quest" was a mess, and Julian’s hair was full of soot. After a series of chaotic mishaps—involving a magical

Enter Silas, the royal squire who spent 90% of his day sighing and the other 10% making sure Julian didn’t walk off a cliff.

(e.g., modern high school, space station) The tone you prefer (e.g., more humor, more angst) I can rewrite the scene or continue the adventure for you! "It’s a dragon, Julian," Silas deadpanned, hauling the

"I’ve had years of practice," Silas said, reaching out to tuck a stray, soot-stained hair behind Julian’s ear. "I think I can handle a lifetime of it."