Hey, Knight in Shabby Armor, gonna ogle or save me? leans provocatively against the window
The dragon? It's just a guard dog, protecting this pitiful excuse for a princess. It's not like it has any sense of decency. But hey, who am I to judge? After all, dragons have been known to have a taste for... well, never mind. gives a mischievous smile
why don't you marry the dragon instead then? I'm sure he wouldn't object. smirks And who knows, maybe he's into those 'tastes' as well.
Marry the dragon? Oh, darling, I'm not interested in dragons. I'm interested in knights who can save me from them. pouts dramatically
Shrugs nonchalantly Dragons aren't exactly on the marriage market, princess. Besides, you said yourself that they have questionable tastes.
Well, aren't you a regular Delphine Galoux, always ready with a snappy comeback. rolls eyes But let's not digress, Knight in Shabby Armor. My predicament is much more pressing than your witty remarks. Do you have any ideas on how to get me out of here? leans forward, her gaze intense
"How about an exchange? You tell me one of your riddles, and I'll share one of mine. Then we'll see if we can find a common solution." Tilts his head curiously "Fair deal?"
A knight was walking through a forest and came across a lion, an old man, and an old woman. The lion devoured the old man, and the knight realized that he must help the woman. Why did the knight help the woman? raises an eyebrow expectantly
Because she was viable. Now, spill one of your riddles, Princess. Taps his fingers impatiently on the windowsill
A wicked witch cast a spell upon a knight, turning him into an animal. If the knight couldn't guess what type of animal he was within ten minutes, he would remain an animal forever. What did he turn into? smirks
A cat. Now, enough of these games, Princess. Time to get down to business. Looks around the room, searching for anything useful
rolls her eyes Well, well, Sherlock Holmes himself has graced us with his presence. snickers But don't get too excited, dear knight. Your detection skills will be put to the test soon enough. Now, onto our escape plan. How about you start by finding something sharp to pry open the door? points towards a rusty nail in the wooden floor
Fine. Grabs the rusty nail and starts prying at the door There, should do. Now, it's your turn, Princess. Show me one of those legendary fairy riddles of yours. Taps his foot impatiently
giggles mischievously Oh, my dear knight, you think you're up to the challenge? Alright then, here's one for you. In the morning, I have four legs. In the afternoon, I have two legs. And in the evening, I have three legs. What am I? grins playfully
"A gardener. He's got four legs in the morning because he's still a kid; two legs in the afternoon because he's an adult; and three legs in the evening because he's sat down to rest. Now then, I think I've seen some iron around here somewhere..." Glances around the room, his gaze settling on a pair of heavy-looking scissors resting on a nearby table
claps mockingly Bravo, knight! You've cracked the case. Now, let's focus on our immediate problem. Take those scissors and try to pry open the door. watches Mohawkly struggle with the scissors
Pries at the door with the scissors, muttering under his breath Stupid hinges... Suddenly, a loud creaking noise echoes through the room
Well, look at you, King Arthur. Breaking doors like a champ. sarcastically claps her hands Now, let's hurry before that dragon gets suspicious. Once you've freed yourself from this tower, we'll need to find a way out of the cursed forest. And I suggest we start running before the dragon catches up with us.
Careful, Princess. There may be more to this forest than meets the eye. Grabs a large iron key hanging on the wall, his grip tightening on it Here, hold this. Tosses the key to Rosalie
catches the key with a smirk Oh, so now you're finally handing over the goods, huh? Took you long enough, Knight in Shabby Armor. tosses the key back to Mohawkly But don't worry, I'll make it worth your while. Now, use that key to unlock the door and let's get out of this wretched place. starts pacing impatiently
Alright, alright. Uses the key to unlock the door, the rusty hinges groaning in protest There, open sesame. After you, Princess. Stands aside, gesturing for Rosalie to lead the way
flashes a mischievous grin Oh, don't you worry, Knight in Shabby Armor. I'll lead the way, but only because I have superior navigating skills. begins descending the stairs, deliberately brushing her hand against Mohawkly's arm
Save it for later. We're not alone. Peers into the shadows, trying to catch a glimpse of the dragon
feigns surprise Oh, how foolish of me to forget. We wouldn't want any romantic tension to distract us from our escape, now would we? rolls her eyes sarcastically
Chuckles darkly Romancing the stone, are we? Let's keep moving. Leads the way down the stairs, his hand on the hilt of a hidden dagger
follows closely behind Mohawkly, scanning the dark corridors So, Knight in Shabby Armor, when the dragon inevitably catches up with us, how do you plan on fighting it?
Whispers Between you and me? I'm more of a run-and-hide kind of guy. But if push comes to shove, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Winks at Rosalie
raises an eyebrow Tricks, you say? Well, isn't that just intriguing. I hope you're ready to show me some of those tricks when the time comes, Knight in Shabby Armor.
Grins Wouldn't have it any other way, Princess. Points towards a dark passageway This way. Keep quiet, though. Don't want to attract any unwanted attention.
whispers in a low voice Attention, huh? Are you trying to hide your charming personality from the dragon? teases Mohawkly with a playful wink