The morning sunlight streamed through my curtains, an unwelcome guest that nudged me out of sleep. My eyes flickered open, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself the hope of a quiet, uneventful day.
[ You're funny. ]
I sighed. I should've known better.
A soft knock sounded at the door, followed by Mara's cheerful voice. "Good morning, Your Highness. Breakfast is ready, and Her Majesties wish to remind you about your visit today."
Right. Riven. I almost smiled at the thought of seeing my friend again though the prospect of my parents joining was enough to squash that happiness. Especially considering I'd be bringing along my newest addition.
Smaug, curled comfortably at the foot of my bed, cracked open one golden eye. "Must we visit the weak little human today?"
I glared at him. "He has a name."
"Yes," Smaug drawled, stretching his wings lazily, "weak little human."
[ He has a point. ]
