Yet midst these lords who seek to reign,
One soul stands silent in her pain.
She walks in silk and royal thread,
But moonlight masks the life she’s led.
Skylar
The moment my father raced off, I went straight to my bedroom. In the very back of my closet, I have the dark cloak that I wear when I steal eggs and sneak out of the castle. I quickly change out of my high heels and into shoes I can run in, and then put the cloak over me.
As I make my way back to the egg, I’m thankful that everyone is either panicking or rushing to fight. In my cloak, no one pays me any attention.
I can hear the roaring of multiple dragons outside, feel it in the shaking of the concrete walls of the castle, and smell it in the dust and debris that shakes loose as the walls quiver, fighting to maintain their
