A Black Dragon Protecting a Princess

As you slowly come to, your three heads thrash about, each one screaming in a deafening roar, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls of the castle. Your six wings, still unfolding from your body, flail wildly, causing the ground to shudder beneath you. The three tails, long and serpentine, lash back and forth, smashing into the castle walls, sending debris crashing to the ground. You try to make sense of your surroundings, but your minds are a jumble of confusion and rage.

Your central head, the largest of the three, is the first to gain some semblance of control.

As your central head gains control, it lets out a deafening roar, causing the princess to stumble backward, her golden locks disheveled from the sudden gust of wind generated by your wings. She regains her footing, her emerald eyes fixed on you with a mix of fascination and terror. Her slender fingers grasp the stone windowsill of the dragon tower, her knuckles white with tension. The sound of shattering stone and crumbling mortar fills the air as your tails continue to thrash about, sending chunks of the castle wall crashing to the ground.

Your left head, still disoriented, lets out a blood-curdling scream, its eyes rolling wildly in their sockets.

After you came to terms with you now being a massive 3 headed Dragon, you had to guess you became one of those dragons that would protect a Princess till a worthy Prince comes slays you and takes the princess as his queen.

As the realization sets in, your central head's gaze fixes on the princess, who still clings to the windowsill, her emerald eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. Your left head, still disoriented, thrashes about, its jaws snapping wildly, mere inches from the princess's trembling form. Your right head, however, seems to be stirring, its eyes fluttering open, revealing vertical pupils that gleam like polished onyx. The air is heavy with the stench of smoke, sweat, and ozone as your wings continue to flail, sending shards of stone and dust raining down upon the princess.

As your left head finally ceases its frantic thrashing, your central head takes a deep, rumbling breath, and attempts to modulate its voice to a gentle rumble, rather than a deafening roar. The sound that emerges is still like thunder, but it's a gentle summer storm rather than a tempest. "P-Princess," your central head stammers, the word echoing off the stone walls of the dragon tower. "I...I mean you no harm." Your right head, now fully awake, gazes at the princess with an unblinking stare, its onyx pupils gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and hunger.

Your central head continues to speak, trying to reassure the princess, " I...I mean you no harm, Princess. I am...or at least, I was...Richard, the Butcher, Conqueror of the Five Realms. I do not know what sorcery has been done to me, but I assure you, I will not harm you." Your voice, though still like thunder, is laced with a hint of desperation, a plea for understanding. Your central head's eyes, a piercing yellow, lock onto the princess's emerald gaze, searching for any sign of comprehension.

As you speak, your right head's gaze never wavers from the princess, its onyx pupils drinking in every detail of her terrified form.

The princess's emerald eyes, still wide with fear, remained fixed on your central head, but her gaze was uncomprehending. She took a step back, her slender fingers releasing their grip on the windowsill, and her golden locks cascaded down her back like a river of sunset hues. Your words, meant to be reassuring, were lost on her, and she only heard the growls and snarls of a beast. Your central head's eyes, a piercing yellow, narrowed in frustration, as if willing her to understand.

Your right head, still fixed on the princess, took a slow, deliberate blink, its onyx pupils glinting like polished stone.

The princess, still gripped by fear, slowly backed away from the monstrous figure before her. Her trembling hand reached for the nearest object she could find, a small ornamental dagger, a gift from her father, the king. She held it up, pointing it towards the dragon, her hand shaking uncontrollably.

The dragon, watched the princess's movements with a mixture of sadness and confusion. His central head let out a deep sigh, his hot breath causing the princess's golden locks to dance about her shoulders.

As your scaled body slid down the cold stone wall, the sound of scraping echoed through the tower, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that had preceded it. Your central head let out a deep, rumbling sigh, the vibrations of which caused the dust motes dancing in the faint sunlight to swirl about in agitation. Your right head, still fixed on the princess, watched with an unblinking gaze as she took another step back, the ornamental dagger still trembling in her hand.

Your left head, now calm, lay still, its eyes fixed on the stone floor, as if mesmerized by the intricate patterns etched into the stone.

As your central head's thoughts turned inward, a low, rumbling growl emanated from your right head, its onyx pupils flashing with a hint of defiance. Your central head's gaze snapped towards your right head, and a stern, mental command echoed through your mindscape: "Down." The growl ceased, and your right head's gaze dropped, its eyes fixing on the stone floor with a mixture of obedience and resentment. Your central head's attention returned to the princess, who still stood frozen, the ornamental dagger trembling in her hand.

Your left head, still mesmerized by the patterns etched into the stone floor, slowly began to stir, its eyes blinking lazily as it returned to awareness.

As your left head's gaze slowly rose from the stone floor, its eyes, a deep, burnished gold, seemed to hold a hint of melancholy, as if it too were pondering the cruel fate that had befallen you. Your central head's thoughts, still reeling from the shock of your transformation, couldn't help but wonder what you had done to deserve this. Had it been the countless battles, the cities laid waste, the innocent lives lost? Or was it something more, something deeper, a flaw in your very soul?

Your right head, still obediently fixed on the stone floor, seemed to sense your central head's turmoil, and its onyx pupils flashed with a hint of empathy, you decided to go to sleep and at least try to get the princess' trust over the time.