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believe me that Je zbell had left me behind,” I said as Azmaveth cut another slice of chicken for himself. 
    “That’s pretty low. Trying to kill your own sister?”
    “I guess. I don’t think she would have really meant for me to die. B ut it doesn’t matter. I haven’t had to see her for about three years because she got married,” I finished. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked.
    “No. I am an only child,” h e said with a tight smile .
    “That must have stunk, ” I bluntly said.
    “Perhaps. I never really knew what I was missing though,” Azmaveth said as he cut yet another slice for himself.
    “It must have been lonely… playing by yourself,” I said. I could never imagine life without my brother and sisters.
    Azmaveth raised his large head to look up at the ceiling. “Oh, I had a cousin I played with a lot . He was a beastly little thing though. Such an insufferable know it all .”
    “Do dragons usua lly have more then one child?” I asked.
    “Dragon ets they’re called. Yes, usually they have four or so. My case is a rare one,” he said with a half smirk . “I was not an easy dragonet, so who could blame my parents?”
    “W hat happened to them ? Your parents I mean,” I asked .
    Azmaveth cringed. 
    “Sorry, ” I mumbled.
    “No, no. My book says you have a right to know my background. We’re supposed to bond over it. My mother died when I was young and my father was killed in an ogre and v alkyrie raid a decade ago . Shortly after I was crowned a duke,” h e said.
    “How old are you anyway?” I inquired . 
    “Lets see…well in dragon years I’m 124, so translated to human years I’m…about 18 or 19 ,” he supposed.
    I felt a little taken aback. I had thought he had to be my father’s age! Although after I thought about it, Azmaveth’s age made sense. He didn’t yet have his own family after all.
    “And how old are you?” h e curiously asked.
    “I’m sixteen,” I said. I was still a little sore about the whole kidnapped-on-my-1 6th -birthday thing . “ I’m sorry about your parents ,” I added as an afterthought.
    “These things happen,” h e said, having finally finished eating . “I ’m going to retire for tonight. I’ll be up early in the morning to do some testing on a new spell, s o I’ll see you the n ,” h e said as he ambled off toward his room.
    I washed the dishes and put the food scraps away before trudging off to my room and collapsing on my bed. That night I slept soundly with a hilarious dream of Azmaveth scorching Jezbell’s hair off in front of our whole court.
     
     
    I woke up the following morning a nd busily prepared breakfast. I put Azmaveth’s food on a tray and left it outside his door after calling through the keyhole to tell him it was there. I then quietly ate by myself and rushed back to my room to read y myself for Azmaveth’s guests.
    I threw on a new dress, purple again, and brushed my dirt brown hair. I washed my face and planned on braiding my hair , but right when I was selecting a ribbon to tie around the braid there was an explosion . T he ground shook beneath my feet.
    I cried out for a moment before it sunk in. “Azmaveth,” I uttered, grinding my teeth. “If that harebrained dragon has destroyed all of my cleaning from yesterday I am going to rip into him,” I glowered as I dropped my towel and ran towards the lab, bare feet and all. I was starting to feel sorry for the palace maids back home in Ardeo—no wonder they always walked around with scowls. Stupid nobles were probably ruining their mop jobs every moment of the day.
    I screeched to a stop outside the door. “Azmaveth?”  I called as I pushed on the door, swinging it open .
    “Ahira, help!” I heard a tiny voice cheep. I looked around the lab, everything was normal except for a blue bottle that was smoldering like a rain storm. Oddly, Azmaveth was nowhere to be found.  
    “ Azmaveth?” I called again.
    “Over here!” he peeped.
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