It had been several weeks since the day both Lyria and Arkan shed their secrets. Lyria was doing her routine afternoon walk in the forest. Of course, she would not travel far from the cave, lest she wanted to meet another real dragon that could eat her in an instance.
Yes, a routine. She had made her own schedule to spend her days in as a captive –No. Not as a captive. But as someone who could break the curse without knowing in the first place how to break it.
Confused? Definitely.
Frustrating? Absolutely.
Lyria felt clueless as to what to do. And in order to lessen this disoriented feeling, she made a routine of her own.
In the morning, she would bathe and spent time with the fairies. In the afternoon, she would have lunch with Arkan. The lunch was a bit awkward at first because a
