The Red Dragon

"Once he’d listened to stories from his great-grandfather, so he chose the victim very, very carefully—not to miss. Of course, it wasn’t entirely honest… First, though, he visited the city at a celebration in a human guise, looked around, memorized the signs… And then it was nothing to snatch the princess from an open carriage for a walk! It seems the horses bolted from fright, but the dragon didn’t care at all.

The princess seemed to him lighter than a feather. He reached home at once, cheerfully thinking about how tired his great-grandfather must have been with his great-grandmother—she was sturdy and strong, how many times she had dragged the great-grandson by the ear, and besides, she could just grab him by the collar and hold him in the air. Great-grandfather never argued with her—like his wife said, so it would be.

Darrian still didn’t understand whether his great-grandfather loved her so much, or whether he was simply a little afraid of her… even though he was a born dragon, and she wasn’t! Great-grandmother Edna wasn’t even a princess—the great-grandfather Briane missed, stealing the dairy sister instead of the royal daughter… Conveniently missed, what can I say!…"