12 Baes of Christmas: Gift of the Lost Princess

A soft giggle slipped from the princess's lips, something was wrong with her. She had been brought back to Nohr and brought before the Nohrian Tactician, Iago. She remembers vaguely struggling against the restraints as the pompous creature smiled maliciously down at her,

"Now now, my little, wayward princess," His words dripped with venom, "We have to keep you restrained now, given your new habit of becoming a dragon," He had purred, "But don't worry, our Nohrian priests will do away with that horrid little habit of yours... among other undesirable aspects," She hadn't understood what he meant then, but now she was overjoyed. Master Iago had cured her of that mean old dragon form, and was even kind enough to allow her to join his new harem of concubines. She purred and giggled, the chains having been replaced with sturdy satin binds. She thought the bows were just too cute!

She waited anxiously for the Master's return, he promised she'd have new sisters the next time he came!