Webbednight

A brittle wind blew through the castle window, Webbednight shivered under her soft blanket. The moon hung in the sky keeping watch over the stars. I can’t believe the king wants me to stay at the palace! I hope he likes my stories... Webbednight fell asleep drifting in and out of her thoughts waiting for morning to arrive.
The warm morning sun flooded the room. Today is when I get a permanent job. All I need is my BEST stories. Her mind drifted back to that night so long ago when she received a letter, a letter from the king. He noticed her prominent writing skill after reading one of her legends. Ever since then she had been traveling to the palace preparing to meet his majesty. Webbednight sighed, reminiscing that joyful moment. If this works my life will be so different. No more grime, crime, or best of all starvation. She snapped out of her thoughts whisking to the small desk in her room, she flipped through pages and pages of stories, waiting for the right one to catch her eye. Quickly skimming each piece of lore she flipped the old tattered page. Her eyes met the title of the next piece of lore. This piece told the dreadful story of a lonely town in the woods which wouldn’t hear the warning of a ghost from seasons past, the village was unfortunately destroyed by an ever burning fire. This is a good piece. I'll use this. She stuck a bookmark at the first page of the story and made her way down to the throne room. The large book felt heavy in her talons. The leather was so old it had begun to crumble, occasionally a piece of the spine would fall to the heavily polished floor. She trod carefully hoping she wouldn’t scratch the floor. No more fights… She was lost in a distant memory. The air was filled with tension. She felt the dirt beneath her claws shift as she sprung forward latching her claws deep into the flesh of her opponent. The poor dragon was just hungry, stealing food, out here if you showed any signs of compassion the homeless dragons would make your life miserable. So she had to fight, she had to sharpen her claws every night, so did everyone else, that's the only way to be kept safe. Webbednight drew in a deep breath biding away the memory before the gore could enter her mind. She glanced behind her hoping her claws didn't scrape the floor. It’s not customary to fly in the castle… i’ll just have to step lightly. She barely touched the floor the remaining walk to the throne room, praying the king would accept her.
The doors opened with a creek, she stepped into the room, kept ice cold for the king. A loud voice announced her presents, “Your majesty! Presenting Webbednight!” Trumpets blared following the voice signaling she could enter the room. Her feet tapped lightly on the floor, the tiles had been kept so cold they had nearly froze. She gained her balance on the slippery floor, looking up to meet the eyes of The Ice King. (pic) He looked tremendously bored and sat draped around his throne. A silver and blue crown hung on his head while he picked at his claws. The Ice King glanced up meeting her eyes. As she continued to approach a visible shiver went down her body.
“Was that a Shiver? Are you not used to my chilled preferences.” He spoke in a rather cruel voice. Webbednight fell to the ground in a bow dropping the tattered book on the floor. “Please get up, I hope you picked an excellent story.” She reached for the storybook and stood up opening the yellowed pages as she handed the giant tome to the king. “How Interesting… I’ve never heard this one before. Just give me a moment to read it.” His eyes began to move down the page. Please like it, please….I can’t go back to the streets, please. She had clamped her eyes shut deep in her pleading thoughts until the book was forcefully snapped shut, creating a loud echoing clap. “This was most interesting, yet I have something to ask of you. Will you lend me this book please?” The king whispered. “Ye-yes! Your majesty!”
“Well, I suppose you should start writing me stories then, you're hired. Dismissed.” Hired? Hired! I got the job! I got it!!!! She raced to her room leaping with joy. Webbednight flung the door open and reached for her history books. Finding a seat she began to write a new story for the king.