Way too late

It has almost been a year since your last birthday. You were left alone with only a dragon and regular food and water dropped off by servants you never saw. You have also watched as knight after knight have been slain by the dragon. Some got close, one managed to wound the dragon in the side with a spear but that put him to close to the dragon's mouth and the dragon bit off his head. The dragon now had an ugly scar on its left side. Another snuck up behind the dragon. She, for it was a female knight was able to cut off half of the dragon's tail. Unfortunate the pain that it must have experiences cause the dragon to back up into a corner Squishing the poor woman against a wall with its rump.

You had to give birth on your own to twins a boy and a girl. It was quite an ordeal but you survived. You had gone to the washroom to give birth so that any mess would flow away. You had no clothes for children so wrapt them in pillowcases.

You named the boy Tomas and the girl Ruby they have your father's brown hair and your brown eyes They seem healthy as best as you can tell. You were in the middle of breastfeeding when you heard a mighty roar. You had stopped watching the fights after the birth. This roar was like no other you had heard, it was similar to the roar of pain the dragon had let out the last two times it got injured but much more intense and strangely gargles You look out to see a young male knight stabbing the dragon with a long poleaxe dead centre in the belly between the dragon's front legs. The Dragon starts coughing up blood but swings and bites at the knight.

The Knight is not wearing heavy armour but a gambison. He is light on his feet as he avoids the attacks stepping back and to the side. He brings the poleaxe down on the dragon's neck decapitating the dragon. He has won and with that, he has proven himself worthy of claiming you.