Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived in a land far away. She didn't live in a castle. She lived in a normal little house on a normal street in a normal town. She revelled in crafting tales of woe and letting strangers read them.

Then one day a dragon came along and roared "your tale is too mature to be read in this land. I'm going to make sure it gets burned, never to be seen by the innocent eyes of unsuspecting passers-by". The princess was confused, because she thought her tales were much tamer than most of the others that the villagers were reading. She wept, not understanding why the dragon would be so mean to her.

It was with great courage that she packed up her belongings and travelled to a new land, where she knew that nobody would throw flames at her for writing tales designed for grown ups.

And (hopefully) the princess lived happily ever after in this new and strange land.