Once upon a time,  there was a king.
The kings daughter was now of age to be wed (12). So as tradition, he put her in an abandoned tower gaurded by a fire breathing dragon. This dragon was very old, ancient even. The elder dragon past away a year later but wasn't able to worn his son that it was now up to him to guard the tower with the princess in it and that in reality; he was not his son but a prince that had been turned into a dragon by a witch that had been his mother. Nobody knew why she did this to her son to this very day.
So the son, not knowing of the princess hidden in the tower, started bringing the treasures he had colected from allover the world and brought them there and accumulated many more as the years passed by.
Five years had gone flying by when finally, the princess grew tired of waiting and decided to go and get herself out.
So she cut half of the bottom part of her dress so she could move more swiftly and used the cut off fabric as a cloak. She then grabbed a sharp slab of stone and wrapped the duller end of it in her handkerchief so that she could hold it and fight with it; without cutting herself.
Then she set off.
Meanwhile, the dragon who in reality was a prince, was admiring the gold he had accumulated over the years.
Then suddenly, he saw a reflection in the golden helmet he was admiring that wasn't his. It was a princess. <<How did a mere princess with tattered clothing get in?>> thought the dragon as he saw her dawdle in admiring the decorated ceiling.