Try a little dragon tenderness. I am Ghleanna the Decimator. I am a warrior. A soldier. I know no fear. No pain. No mercy. I do, however, know acute embarrassment! How could I not after getting dumped by a bastard dragon in front of my own troops? So I tuck tail and return to my cave, drowning my sorrows in ale-as is my family's way. But instead of leaving me to my misery, I've been summoned to the Dragon Queen's court. As if my life wasn't pathetic enough, Her Majesty now has me escorting the highborn Bram the Merciful through dangerous territories-not exactly the best use of my military training. And just so he can negotiate with enemy dragons instead of battling them? Honestly, what has my world come to? Then again…Bram is quite easy on the eyes. And the perfect distraction for what ails me. Perhaps I'm looking at all this the wrong way. Maybe there is a place for a little "mercy" in my life… Previously published in Supernatural.