" Princess?” I ask, wondering if he remembers calling me it. “You look like a princess, a naughty one at that,” he chuckles darkly, walking out as I smile. He might not remember who I am exactly. None of them do, but I have hope because of those two words. There’s only one dragon that calls me naughty princess, and I intend to make sure he remembers me. "

― G. Bailey , Wings of Fire (Protected by Dragons, #2)