My little Dragon Queen
It isn’t too large, but certainly lovely enough for a stroll, and more than enough apples to feed the entire castle twice over.
Again, Alcina can’t help but feel a bit foolish, at how she’d imagined a stormy, lightning-battered castle shrouded in darkness. that she’d allowed those murmurs of Lord Brendan, the Shadowed Beast, to paint the entire image of the Western Plains for her.
Now that she’s had some, but not all, of her fears assuaged, the homesickness comes creeping in around the edges, lingering in the back of her mind.
Sitting here, she can’t help but think how she used to hide away in the deepest recesses of the gardens as a child, teary-eyed and grievous beyond the capacity that an
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