Chapter Twenty-One: Lyzaria

The dress is beautiful. Black silk with red and orange crystals at the bottom, made to look like flames crawling up the dress. It’s paired with a tiara of black iron.

My hair is in an elaborate braid down my back and laced with small red stones. I smile at my reflection. The girl in the mirror is one I remember to be a fierce dragon warrior, one who would do anything to protect her family, but would do exactly as she was told. The perfect daughter.

A knock at my door makes me turn around quickly.

“Come in,” I say. The door opens to reveal my escort.

“Hello uncle,” I greet him with a nod. He shakes his head at me, a smile on his face.

“Just as beautiful as I remember,” he chuckles. I walk over to him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s go,” I say, feel