"Gardening?" The dragon therapist sighed. "Princess, please explain how gardening will help drive away your suitors."

  "Easy," the princess smirked. "Have you seen those fucking tools? They had to be made by killers."

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  "I asked my father to allow me to be a diplomat," the princess said.

  The dragon therapist laughed. Seeing the serious look on the princess's face, she said, "Wait, are you serious?"