The princess repelled down her tower, crept to the stables and freed her horse, not even bothering with a saddle nor reins.

She whispered a simple - to her at least - spell; trotting unobserved past guards and bandits alike.

At midnight she reached the cave and scampered in.

It was warm, dry and smelled vaguely of baked vanilla. She discarded her cloak and wriggled under a large, leathery wing.

The dragon yawned, "Bad dream?"

"...Yes."

I wouldn't normally say anything, but it confused me and I had to reread the first sentence
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