Even after twenty-four years, life would be easier with alcohol. If I can say one good thing about my miserable existence, it's that I haven't had a drink in all these years. Anger, desolation, guilt, and hatred are my drug. I don't wish to spread my wings. I just want death. And now I will accomplish what my heart desires most.
I'm not claiming a bride.
The curse can take my worthless life and be done with it. While the excitement of claiming usually begins to build in the immediate years before the ceremony, these years have been the worst for me. I only fly out when the need for food forces me to hunt. I haven't seen a single person or dragon in ten years. Well, except a few weeks ago when Bastian came. I barely remember the threat that I made so many years before about considering dr
