She presses a blanket around her, shivering a little at the breeze finding its way through the cracked walls, her eyes watching the candle flicker in and out of life. Her finger grazes the flame, inching closer and closer each time she doesn't feel a sting, the ghost of a smile playing at her lips as she recalls a childish game.
"You'll get burned."
She doesn't turn but her smile widens, palm hovering closer to the burning wax. "Fire cannot kill a dragon. Isn't that what they say? I'm to be a dragon soon
( ... )
The castle is cold in more ways than one.
She presses a blanket around her, shivering a little at the breeze finding its way through the cracked walls, her eyes watching the candle flicker in and out of life. Her finger grazes the flame, inching closer and closer each time she doesn't feel a sting, the ghost of a smile playing at her lips as she recalls a childish game.
"You'll get burned."
She doesn't turn but her smile widens, palm hovering closer to the burning wax. "Fire cannot kill a dragon. Isn't that what they say? I'm to be a dragon soon ( ... )
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