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After Tristan left I decide to braid my hair a little more complex then usual in the hope it will consume enough time. But it doesn't. Suddenly I remember the dress. I expected something simple, plain, slave-worthy but this... It's stunning. It's high quality material, the fabric looks thick but feels soft and has the brightest colour blue I've ever seen on a dress. I put it on and am surprised of how lightweight it feels. It pushes up my breasts a bit making them curve nicely, hugs my waist and hips and runs wide down. With every turn or step I take it flows. I am never taking this off.
After lying a while on the bed, habits take over and I start cleaning the room. When I reach the desk I see various papers and books spread all over it. I start to rearrange them in the hope to get them as organised as possible when suddenly my eyes falls on something that looks like a map of the Northern Continent. But it has too many blank spaces to be correct. Of course I'm not an expert but I've seen the maps of my dad and remember them quite correctly, even though it's been a long time. I feel myself getting melancholic over the memories when someone knocks on the door.
I don't know what to do so I stand completely still. When a second knock follows 'I've brought some fruits for the honoured guest.' Oh yes, now I remember the food. I quickly open the door and a young girl comes in, without even looking at me, places the plate on the little table between the longchairs, bows her head and leaves again. If he keeps feeding me like this I might be able to gain more muscles and start training again. I tried to maintain my strength and muscles by doing secretly doing exercises but over the years my body grew thinner and so did my willpower. Maybe I could practice my techniques again, I was ok with the swords but I was a better archer. I don't want to brag but I passed my teacher quickly, even a moving target wasn't a problem for me.
I start eating and notice the weather. There's a clear sky outside and it's getting darker. I take the plate and open the windows that lead to the balcony. My eyes widen, it's much bigger then I expected. It has a beautiful view over the gardens, up to the city and in the very far distance I see the White mountains. I'm enjoying the food and the view when I feel a rumble and hear a loud grunt. I look up only to see Zion making his way down. I chuckle at the clumsy sight but he managed to get on the balcony, his tail is hanging over the edge and so does one of his wings. He lies down and looks at me. I smile, he truly is magnificent but he looks like a large puppy waiting to be petted. He lifts his head a bit and a roars softly, moving a little closer. 'Ok ok you big puppy'. I kneel down and start stroking his snout, to the spot under his mouth, back to his nostrils, his eyes... I feel his body relaxing and so do I. I snuggle myself against him without releasing my touch. He's starting to fall asleep.
The soft rumbling of his breathing and the hot air coming from his nose are making me feel sleepy. My whole body and eyes are feeling heavy until I just can't keep them open anymore.
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