Fantasy Drabble #119 “Strange Bedfellows”

She walked through the castle gates unmolested. She was a Princess: none of the guards would have dared to touch her even had they not already been terrified into inaction. From his perch atop the wall Midz-Aset watched her make her way inside, into the throne room.

It would not take long. Irie would explain the new reality to her father the King, and he would step aside. She would be safe. No father would strike his daughter down, not even to keep a throne, as long as there was a dragon’s gullet to look forward to if he did.

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