Mirakir's face flushed scarlet with fury.
"You-You enchanted me?" she sputtered. "And you think, you have the audacity to think I would ever be friends with you? You're sick! How dare you? We could've been friends if you had kept it a secret! Now that I know you're a Dragon, even if you hadn't enchanted me, I won't be friends with you!"
She strode up to him and leaned in, glaring into his eyes. "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you die. You got that Prince Oriqwen? You and your mother both. I'll let my Master know, even if it kills me!" She slapped him as hard as she could, spat in his face, then ran to the window, and, with only a quick glance down into the darkness, she jumped.
As she fell, hair flying upward and legs flailing, she felt hot tears rip from her eyes. How could this have happened? She had just wanted to be friends. Now she knew that, like she had joked before, the two hardest people in the kingdom to kill were the Dragons they had come for.
She squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed, the sound wrenched from her throat and lost in the whistling wind. After a moment her eyes popped open and she watched the ground flying up to meet her. She let out a shriek, realizing that she may have made the worst decision of her life. Her mind ripped through the spells she knew that might be able to save her life, and--she was sure--seconds before she met a horrible death and cried out a rhyming spell to slow descent.
She didn't land on her feet, but she didn't die when she finished her fall, so she considered it a win. Sobbing hard, she found her cloak, flung it around her shoulders and latched it, tried to smooth her hair, and lifted her hood to hide her red face. She tried to scrub the tears away, but they kept falling. She crouched on the ground and let her grief spill out. She knew whom she and Wyrmill were after((I have no idea what the correct grammar for this sentence this. I think I got it right, but if you know PLEASE tell me.)), but she couldn't tell anyone without getting hurt. Despite what she had told that despicable creature, she wasn't sure she was willing to die to tell Wyrmill the truth. He might need her help to kill both of them, not to mention that she didn't want to die.
Maybe she could drop hints without actually saying it? She didn't think she would be able to write it down, because the monster had said that if she let the "secret slip" she would feel the pain. "Secret slip" probably included writing it down. Could she tell Wyrmill that she had been cursed without saying what she had been cursed against saying? Could he break the spell?
Mirakir climbed to her feet, quivering. She wiped away her tears and headed for the gates to the castle. It was probably supper time. She would have to find a way to tell her Master what had happened before they ate. Maybe they could get away from eating with the beasts. Since the queen was a Dragon she would undoubtedly have at least one way planned to kill Mira and her master. Poisoned food? An assassin waiting in a shadow?
Mirakir began to run. She had to find Wyrmill before they ate with the Dragons! She barely paused to tell the guards who she was before sprinting past them and into the castle.
