The Jacobses didn't really expect to ever see Sarah again. Of course they hoped they would see their beloved sister again but they knew that hope required disbelief and that refusal to believe what had happened to their sister would only increase their pain in the end, so when she returned home with a knight in tow they were fairly surprised.
Sarah was still disheveled and coated in dried mud. Her knight in shining armor was crimson head to toe from the dragon's blood. They were quite the strange couple.
Regardless of the muck, when Sarah arrived on the palace steps King David Jacobs stepped down from his throne and embraced his sister. Prince Les did the same with even more abandon than his older and more formal counterpart. The siblings were wrapped up into a sobbing group hug while Katherine stood away from them standoffishly. Eventually they pulled apart.
"Are you alright?" David brushed his sister's face gently. "We were so worried."
"I'm okay. Katherine saved me, she slayed the dragon. She's a hero."
Davey looked up, "Are you Katherine?"
"Yes," she responded.
"And you saved my sister?"
"You could say that."
"Where are you from brave knight? The royal family will shower you with more riches and titles that you can ever imagine."
"The New York Sun Your Majesty." Katherine's heart was lighter than a sailing dragon's scales; she and Medda could be set for life, never having to worry about money. Medda could finally open the theater of her dreams and Katherine could possibly have the titles appropriate to give her a chance of marrying the beautiful woman from the well, Sarah.