No

Your parents didn't care enough about their little abomination to teach it anything useful. They taught you just enough to pass for a pretty princess, at least until your brave knight looked under your skirt. You tried your hardest to light the fire but it is not as easy as just sticking sparks into dry twigs or rubbing two sticks together.

Back in the castle, the dragon would light a big fire in a fireplace in the courtyard a grill on the other side would channel the heat into your tower and allow you access to the flame to light candles with. Your food was cooked and hot when it was shoved thought the flap in the door.

Wallowing in self-pity you have a disappointing supper of bread and water. You wrap yourself in the bedroll and curl into a ball. The cold black of the night takes you and you try to sleep.