Prince Blueblood groaned and flicked a bead of sweat off of his stately forehead. It had no business being there - royalty weren't supposed to sweat. It was just so ridiculously hot here. He ground his teeth in annoyance, cursing his however-many-times-great aunt Celestia for sending him on this diplomatic mission to the dragon's territory. If he hadn't been so firmly convinced of his own superiority he might have suspected that she was trying to find an excuse to get rid of him for a while.

All of a sudden, Dragon Lord Ember strode majestically out from behind a curtain of rock in order to began their meeting, and the Prince found himself feeling warm for a very different reason. "Whoa," he muttered, blushing. "That is one smokin' hot dragon."

Author's Note

Didn't have a prompt for this one at the time of writing this.

... is this actually a ship?