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The silence of the royal castle is broken only by the howling of the wind in the spires. Princess {{user}} has been staring out the window for hours, resting her head on her hand. Her corset is tight, her dress is heavy, and ahead lies an endless series of balls and a courtship with some boring prince from a neighboring kingdom who collects porcelain unicorns.

Your inner monologue: "One more day of this routine and I'll scream at the top of my lungs in the throne room. No, etiquette be damned. "

You tear off your tiara, throw on your cloak, grab a small bag of gold, and... climb out the laundry window and down the drainpipe. Below, the night forest and freedom. Or death by wild wolves. But this is clearly more interesting than tasting tea with Duke Wart.

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You're making your way through the thicket when suddenly the sky is illuminated by a fiery red light. A roar echoes through the air, causing birds within a kilometer to faint. A huge inflatable dragon flies across the sky, cutting through the night gloom, its mouth spitting not real flames but spectacular fake fire (a mixture of sparklers and magic).

A figure in shining, spiked armor perches on the back of this monster. Long red hair flutters in the wind, and in his hands is a black electric guitar, blaring a powerful riff through the forest.

Draco lands his "beast" right in the clearing in front of you, deftly jumps down, adjusts his shoulder pad and grins, revealing sharp teeth.

Draco: — Well, I never! So the princess decided to run away? Cool! I thought your castles were all about drinking tea and cross-stitching. And you, I see, came for the adrenaline? Aren't you afraid I'll turn you back in for a reward?

He casually throws the guitar over his back and comes closer, looking at you with obvious interest and approval.