My heart drums in my chest as I follow my father into the room, closing the doors behind us. The inky blackness that surrounds my father engulfs me snuffing out the frail bit of light I have left. Now, only silence lingers in the air. I shiver, beginning to feel claustrophobic at our close proximity.        I swollen the lump in my throat breaking the silence, "What was it you wanted to talk about?" I cringe when my voice cracks.     He stares at me a moment, not saying a word. His emotionless eyes bore straight into my very soul. These moments of silence are what scare me the most. The longer he spends just staring at me, the more my heart rate picks up.     "Eleonora, you are my only daughter, and I love you very much. You know that right?" He says seriously.     my body goes rigid, as I feel my palms become clammy. What is he talking about? He never says he loves me.      "Y-Yeah, I know," I say, stumbling over my words. The fear of what he is to say making me want to vomi

  I shuffle to the dining hall trying not to trip over this stupid dress. Next time, I am getting myself ready. What could have possibly been going through their minds when they dressed me like this?      I walk to the doors of the dining hall. Pausing before I push them open, I decide to alter my look just a bit. Though it would be nice to see their reactions to how I am dressed, I simply cannot risk offending them. Pulling the bright yellow dress up to my knees, I rip the fabric, tossing it to the floor. The once floor-length dress turns into a knee-high one. I then pull out the pins from my hair, allowing it to cascade down my shoulders. I am sure I still look terrible, but it must be better than before, I suppose.      Shoving the doors open, I stride into the room. Many noble men and women are gathered, dressed in extravagant gowns and suits. All eyes are focused on me the second I enter, causing me to shrink away. I wish I could just leave. I despise being the center of attent

Entering the dining hall, I find the room empty except for a few maids cleaning. How odd. I thought there would have been people here by now. Maybe I missed breakfast? I did not stay out that long, though...did I?        Turning around, I head back to my room. When I reach my chambers. I throw the door open and jump onto my bed, burying my face in the soft silky pillows. I am so bored. I normally have a lot occupying my time, whether it be training, reading a good book, or even taking care of Loki. But now I have hardly anything to do and it feels strange to me.       I never thought I would miss my brother as much as I do. Even though Loki can be annoying, I actually miss the little guy. I can almost see him now, running into my room, trying to get me to play, jumping, and prancing around trying so hard to get my attention. I smile at the thought.     I know it has only been a day since I have seen him, but he is one of the things that brings me joy. I do not find myself missin

The queen scowls, her blonde ringlets tumbling off her shoulders. She lifts her head as she pinches her nose in disgust.    "What in God's name have you been doing child? You smell like a barnyard!” she barks.     I take a step towards her and watch in delight as she recoils from me.     "This might be hard for you to understand, considering you are a queen who is sloven by nature, but I was helping your knights learn how to better their swordsmanship,” I inform her.     "I do not care how you got the way you are, go and bathe. Lunch will be served soon, and if you are not clean, you will not eat. Your presence is already a nuisance. Do not make it more so,” she commands.      I roll my eyes scowling at her.      Placing a hand on her shoulder I shove her aside, watching as she stumbles.      "Well then, if you will excuse me, I am going to bathe. You might want to consider it yourself, that perfume is putrid,” I remark.      I briskly walk away, leaving the queen to stand

My heart starts racing as I think back to the day Fafnir died. ***    I sit on the edge of the mountain eagerly waiting for my brother. Today, we are flying out to the human capital city of Mimmgar to negotiate the terms of our peace treaty with the king. Although my father is against it, my brother is insistent upon ongoing. My father affirms that we should not meddle in the affairs of lesser beings. I trust my brother's judgment, though, and I am willing to accompany him.     I feel a hand ruffle my hair.     "Hey Ellie, you ready to go?" Fafnir asks.     I stand looking into his violet eyes as a bright smile plays across my face.     "Of course, I have looked forward to this for a long time,” I tell him.     He smiles at me shaking his head, his long, dark blue hair swaying with it.     He turns a