Dave (hearts) Terezi: Dave is the prince that blind dragon Terezi kidnaps, because all these monkeys look the same to the blind
A fearsome roar and the unfortunate sound of his roof being ripped off the walls, just the average Sunday night stuff obviously, had rudely awakened Prince Dave. A menacing set of teal claws reached in from where his roof had once been, and snatched him up. A dragon, Dave had decided after getting a nice close up of the creature's eye, had come to kidnap itself a prince.
The resulting flight had been jarring and uncomfortable, as being in the grip of razor sharp talons tends to be, and they landed near a cave next to a smoking volcano. "Very cliché," Dave had said, looking around the place. The gold was stacked up to the ceiling, the floor had gouges from claws ripped into the bedrock, and the melted remains of swords were scattered amongst the treasure. "You couldn't have a more 'evil dragon' lair if you tried." He decried, as he relaxed into one of the more comfortable piles of gold.
This got him a smoky huff from said dragon, which actually appeared rather offended by the implied accusation. "Excuse you," the dragon retorted in a grumbling voice that reminded him of sulfur and explosions. "But I don't need décor tips from some puffed up drag princess." The creature gave a snort then, and smirked in a lipless sort of way. Red eyes stared into red eyes, and Dave had a sudden realization.
"You're blind, aren't you…" came out as more of a statement than a question, and his voice cracked low.
The beast hissed, "You're a boy."
"Yeah well, you missed my sister. She was in the other tower."
"Oh."
Both lapsed into silence, and after a few hours the dragon's breathing slowed and evened out. And so Dave spent a month playing companion to a dragon (a fledgling dragon, apparently named Terezi). He scratched at loose scales, played hide the ruby (she always won that game, claimed she could smell the saturated red of the gem), and told stories to each other late at night until he fell asleep curled up against her side. He grew fond of her, told her things he'd never told anyone and learned her secrets in return. They were exceedingly close, for dragon and kidnapped royalty.
He'll never admit it, but he cried after the knights came for him. He saw them coming and warned her, tried to get her to see sense. Words didn't work to convince her of the danger, so his stories of Sir Gamzee's dragon slaying exploits fell on deaf ears.
The Knight of Laughter slaughtered his beautiful dragon friend, and presented him with her conical horns…as a present. He scooped up her favorite ruby when as he was ushered out of the cave, clutched her teal-tinted horns to his chest, and tried to ignore the smell of copper and fire.
When he came of age and ascended the throne, he opened a new era of peace between dragonkin and humanity. He was said to have worn the horns of a dragon around his neck next to a bright red ruby. They said he never married, although he adopted an orphaned hatchling named Latula as his heir.