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The life of a Maiden to a dragon didn’t seem so glamorous. Actually, at that moment it was downright miserable.
“A warm fire. An electric blanket. A roof over my head.”
That was my dream mantra as our group of two dozen riders rode through a torrential rain. All around us was a world of mud and thick forest. We were three days out from the High Castle, and ahead of us was another four days of outdoor fun. The dirt road we traveled on was now a mud pit fit for any hog. My cloak was soaked through and there were two puddles always with me, one in each of my riding boots.
I could barely see ten feet in front of my horse’s nose, and what I saw I didn’t like. More rain. “A warm fire. An electric-”
“Do you know how to create electricity?” Xander, my personal dragon lord, asked m
