Princess Amara wasn't your typical damsel in distress. She'd rather wield a sword than a parasol, and her tower was less a prison and more a training ground. But tradition dictated that when a fire-breathing dragon with scales like obsidian descended upon the kingdom, a princess was the prize. Sir Gareth, the most valiant knight in the land, arrived with a booming voice and even shinier armor. Amara, perched on the battlements, rolled her eyes. "You here to save me?" she called down...