Sera had left the room earlier than she wanted. It was all because of Duke Frelie's fault. He foiled her plan. He killed the princess. And it still annoyed the hell out of her.
But she had not left the scene. Instead, she had been watching. Perching on a branch of a tree outside the mansion as a black crow. She wanted to see how things would go down. Even though she knew that the end of the dragon was inevitable.
It was a tragic love story, after all.
Both lovers were destined to die. Their love could not break the curse.
At least, that was what she thought... until she sniffed the Princess's smell in the air. It was very faint. But she could not have been mistaken. It was the smell of her fire. The burning ember inside the Princess had drawn Sera in the first place.
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