Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a princess. Princess Sofia lived in a big castle and did all the things you’d expect a princess to do. But only because it was customary. She didn’t want to disappoint the family.

Being a princess sounds great but when you have to deal with all of the drama and B.S. ceremony, not to mention everything is scheduled. Every second of every day. That’s the stuff the public doesn’t see and she deplored it all. Just once she would wanted to sleep in, or go to the mall. Just getting to use the privy by herself, without ten handmaidens following behind her, would be awesome.

Now, since she was the fairest and by that metric, most kidnappable, she was expected to endure the standard kidnapping. Expected to be carried off to some drab tower so some idiot prince with an ego could come rescue her and blah, blah, blah. You know the story. That’s just how things go for a princess.

Sure enough the day came. On her eighteenth birthday, while enjoying a walk in the garden, a dragon swooped in and carried her off. Of course her handmaidens screamed appropriately and her father, the king, issued the standard royal decree announcing that the princess was in need of rescue. Same old thing as usual.

The princess just played along expecting to be dropped off in some cold dreary tower but she was pleasantly surprised when the dragon set her off on a nice plush couch in a cozy...