Angela was fuming, and even more as time went by. It was bad enough being mocked by an idiot of a bird. After all, how dare he make fun of her situation, when he had nothing to boast about? That moron was a fucking BIRD! He spent his days pooping, picking at fruits for food and flapping around doing boring bird things. If he went out of the witch's gardens, he'd struggle just to live and survive, if not captured to live his life in a cage as a stupid humiliating pet! So how did he get the nerve to humiliate her? Did he even look at himself? She was sure he was eating insects or bugs or larvae too!
But Angela also knew that she was hardly better off than this despised jerk, in truth. The dragon treated her like some sort of virtual reality doll, in the sense that he ordered her around, dictating what she wore, what she ate, what she did. If she was not dolled up enough, he went on ranting and threatening to tell Circe how much she displeased him. Not wanting to see the witch again, Angela obeyed, hating her own meekness. She was forced to act like a princess, yes, but like a princess that a 5-year-old would imagine! She had to get out of here fast, lest she start thinking this life was normal. Before her great fear of the dragon started to rule her life, her dread of him making her desire to make him happy, just to avoid his anger.
And one day, it did occur. The dragon guzzled more hypocras and spiced wine than usual and fell into a deep sleep. For once deep enough for Angela to slip by. And once out of the cave, she ran for the trees of the nearby forest. Impeded by her petticoats, still she ran, as fast as her legs could carry her. Panting, she wiped the sweat on her brow, resting for a bit. But she had barely taken a few shaking breath that she heard behind her a mighty roar of fury. The dragon! Angela ran again, hoping that his massive intake of alcohol would disorient the monster enough to let her escape. Alas, a thunderous crash followed not even ten minutes afterwards and the dragon caught her again, barring any new escape.
"You dare get away from me?" he snarled.
"Yes! I ddon't want to be a little doll!"
"You are a captive princess! There for my own pleasure! You are supposed to do that! You are bait for my food! And I feed you and room you and spoil you. For all this trouble and all these expenses, you better entertain me! I would have thought a life of leisure would be a dream for you, you cursed ingrate!"
"I am not a stupid little girl! I hate you and your stupid idiotic life! I want to see you dead! I hate, hate you! You are a moron and you treat me like a toy! The life you want for me is the stupidest I've ever seen!"
The dragon roared and was about to retort when Circe made her way through the bushes towards the fighting duo. The dragon explained the situation. Circe nodded. The bratty behavior of the princess did not surprise her.
"Well, she does need to be punished. You've been a more than decent dragon sand you deserve something better for certain," Circe smiled, deciding on an appropriate course of action.
"No, stop! I..." started a panicking Angela.
But it was too late. Circe's magic was already hitting the ungrateful girl.