"Unhand me at once," demanded the headstrong princess, as she squirmed out of the knight's grasp. "I was quite comfortable with the dragon. In addition, your body odor is quite offensive. If you are bold enough to approach me again at a later date, I advise that you bathe in water infused with lavender and roses in anticipation."

The knight stood aghast from his cold abandonment. He felt his dignity crumble abruptly. Discouraged from the princess' scorn, he turned his blade upon himself. A stream of crimson permeated the snow.