Author's Note: I have to admit that it seems 'light and humourous' is my strong suit. Certainly, I find it easiest to write and others seem to find it the most enjoyable to read. So, written in a similar vein as While I Was Out Walking One Day, I present to you A Knight in Shining Armor. No, these two stories are not connected and yes, I do love knights. Don't forget to leave a comment!

Prologue

When I was a little girl, my mother would always say, "Oliva, if you don't behave, a dragon will eat you!"

She was lying.

Dragons don't eat young girls. They steal them away and make housemaids out of them.

I would rather have been served with lemon sauce.

But at the time, Chrilton, my kidnapper dragon, hadn't given me much of a choice. It was either get captured or jump off a cliff. Getting eaten due to circumstances is one thing; suicide is another. Needless to say, I let myself get captured.

It truly is not so terrible. Chrilton lets me see my mother once a week from across a death-drop ravine, and he even brings me trinkets from the villages he terrorizes. Life could be worse.

Of course, if I'm lucky, I won't have to stay here for the rest of my life. As soon as my true love comes and rescues me, I'll be free to go. He doesn't even have to kill Chrilton, just distract him long enough to spirit me away. I would do it myself except for the fact that I have a spell on me: I turn into a cockroach as soon as I step out of Chrilton's domain. Other girls turn into romantic animals like swans or deer – I get a practical dragon who knows that even the most besotted former suitor will refuse to spend the rest of his life with a bug.

I suppose you could say that is the one advantage to being a damsel in distress – I don't have to play the 'courting game' since my true love will be the only one who can break the spell and steal me back from Chrilton.

Until then, I'm stuck scrubbing the cave floors. By hand. Who knew dragons were so fastidious?