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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Fantasy · #2343529

Not really exciting, just a royal feast. (dragons) Really introductory, setting the scene.

         As I walked into the feast room, I saw probably 10 dragons with crowns on sitting at the gray table with a rose, elegantly sitting in it's vase at the middle of the table. I think one of them was my father, King Garnet, who was looking a bit suspicious, like somebody stole all of the croissants. I'm Prince Crimson, a fifteen-year-old dragon who somehow always falls asleep when I read one page of my math textbook, page 256. Anyway, my best friend/cousin Prince Ember dragged my arm to the second chair that was assigned "PRINCE CRIMSON" right next to "PRINCE EMBER".

         It seemed like it took a really long time for everyone to arrive, but it was actually just 5 minutes. It was probably due to me checking the clock every 5 seconds. First, the arrogant snob that even King Garnet dislikes, Prince Scarlet, then some other dragons I don't know. (Technically I was adopted, but King Garnet doesn't like to say that.) Prince Scarlet picked his snout. "Gross." I whispered to Prince Ember. If he ate it, I would probably have a normal dinner tonight. Thankfully, he didn't. Unfortunately, I later found out he put it on my bed. (i'll tell you about that later)

          Anyway, King Garnet said; "Tonight, we celebrate the coronation of the newborn dragonet, Prince Inlet." Ah yes, Prince Inlet. Everybody's been talking about him. It's really a thing—some new prince comes, everybody talks about him, and then after he was coronated, they're just another prince in the book. I know from experience. Prince Inlet is some dragonet I met in the hatchery who qualified to be a prince. See, you can't have JUST royal blood to be a prince, you have to also qualify for it, to prevent any weaklings. They did it because of the case of Prince Scarlet, but if you are a prince, you STAY a prince.

         Then we ate, we ate, and we ate some more. I was very hungry (prince scarlet stole my lunch), so I ate 4 croissants, 1 pineapple, 5 pieces of salami, one sub, 2 roasted dragon heads(prisoners, of course), and 4 carrots. Again, very hungry. I looked out the window, and I realized it was bedtime. I go to bed whenever it's pitch black outside, so you could infer that "prince" Scarlet, some random dragonets that didn't want to be here, and Prince Inlet were all fast asleep.

         So then I didn't go through the bamboozling maze of stairs which I got lost on twice this week, instead, I went on the bamboozling maze of elevators that I got lost on only 2 times this year because I know the route from trial and error, but Prince Scarlet sabotaged me. (of course he did.) So then I found the booger on my bed, which ticked me off, yelling, "I WILL FIND YOU TOMMOROW, "prince" SCARLET!" and I could hear a chuckle.Then I washed my bed 6 times and went to sleep.
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