Three days after the dragon bowed before me, Dragonspire Fortress erupted into celebration.
Apparently the Festival of Flames had been planned for months and despite the endless gossip surrounding me, the festivities would continue as scheduled.
Unfortunately, that meant I was expected to attend. As Queen. The title still felt strange every time someone used it.
I stood before the mirror while servants made final adjustments to my gown and sunlight streamed through the windows of my chambers while distant music echoed across the fortress and the entire mountain seemed alive.
"I think everyone in Dragonspire is already outside." Lyra said with a smile.
"I am beginning to suspect that as well." I replied and she laughed softly and stepped back.
"You will enjoy it." She said.
"I doubt
