Once upon a time...
Aithusa came gliding into the cave almost as if he was flying on joy alone and had no need for wings. Kilgharrah looked up from where he had curled his head under his wing, to watch the young dragon whizz through the air.
"You're happy," Kilgharrah stated.
"Why not?! The sun is shining the birds are singing, there's magic in the air and everything's buzzing with life!" Aithusa said in a voice that was learning to stop using shrill squeaks and groans.
"So you met a girl yes?"
"Her name is hydra!"
"Hydra? Sounds nice!"
"Oh she is! Nice and kind and pretty and smart and always right and she is a noble and even if I loved her it is forbidden and I can be killed for it!"
"I knew a pair of lovers like that once upon a time!"
"Really?"
"Yes. A king and a serving boy. It was in the times of old Camelot, before Albion, and if the manservant revealed his secret he would surely have been killed!"
"What was his secret?!"
"It's a story for later. Eat your dinner and I'll tell you it as a bed time story!"
"What are we having?"
"Deep roast goat!"
The two dragons tucked in to their meal. It wasn't a pretty sight at all. There was blood and guts and bits of fur everywhere. Still, it could have been worse. Probably. Soon it was time for Aithusa to go to bed. He curled up and slid his head under his wing.
"Good night young dragon!" Kilgharrah said.
"Wait you promised to tell me the story!" Aithusa said.
"Oh yes. Yes I did. A tale as old as Camelot and destined to play would since the birth of earth itself. A tale of romance in all its glory!"
"That's the one!"
"It all began many a year ago, inside the walls of camelot! Back when the servant was not a servant. He was the court physician's assistant. Then he saved the life of the prince, when he was a prince, for the first time. It was soon after that that their love started to blossom. But it had to be kept secret because he was a prince, and he was his manservant. It's easy to say that they couldn't hide it well…"