Well then. Things hadn't particularly turned out as well as Kayla had hoped, and needless to say, her current situation had not been precisely what she'd had in mind when she'd offered her uncle to help with the dragon he claimed had been the scourge of his lands. Despite her family origins, Kayla was not exactly a fighter by nature; that much had become obvious to both her parents and herself when she'd been handed a magical weapon for training, only to accidentally hack off her own long, blonde hair when she'd swung too wide. As such, her parents had, instead, trained her in diplomacy; they'd instilled a tactician's mindset on her, which had, in turn, made her a thinker, not a fighter. When her parents had received a letter from their uncle, claiming to need help with strategical thinking to get rid of a the large, horrible dragon of a beast that threatened his land, they'd thought it'd be good training for her. That'd it allow her to mature, and get a bit of a test drive on the field per se. And so, they had sent her off to her uncle's kingdom; packed her bags, wished her well and told her to use her brain, and not her strength. Needless to say, her parents had probably not been expecting her to be knocked out on arrival, stripped, changed into what she could only think of as some sort of strange, ceremonial gown, drugged and tied up, only to be left as some sort of sacrifice at the proverbial doorsteps of the beast's lair. Her still drugged, rather hazy mind was having a lot of trouble thinking, and it could not seem to veer away from the fact that the only reason they'd picked her was because, apparently, her asshole of an uncle needed a virgin princess. She wasn't a virgin! And she wasn't even a princess! Kayla fumed silently as she wiggled and made an awfully decent impression of a worm on the ground, her teeth biting into the gag that made it impossible for her to talk or scream for help. She was, all in all, extremely upset by the current situation, and though she was quite sure that her anger was more drugged induced than anything (given that the prospect of being eaten alive should have produced fear, and not anger), she was more than happy to go with it. After all, there'd be time to start the panicking soon enough, she was quite sure of it.