Chapter 104
this. I am well loved. How fortunate. The dragon’s incinerating breath grows more appealing by the second. The mummer doesn’t care for having his show corrupted in such a fashion. He uses his most commanding voice. It thunders in the dusky air in a way that brings goosebumps to my arms. “The fair princess screams for salvation!” He points to me, waiting. I answer his patience with a perplexed expression. “Scream,” he whispers. “Aaaah.” It is the most anemic scream in the history of screaming. The mummer’s irritation shows beneath his bearded smile. “You are a maiden fair on the precipice of death! The fearsome dragon’s flaming breath mere inches from your red-gold curls! You shall burn like tinder! Scream! Scream for your life!” It seems a simple request, and yet, I’m far too mortifie
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