I sat down with the king for breakfast. Instead of sitting on benches like we would in the Great Hall, we sat on mats instead. The tables were low enough for us to eat off them. When one of his servants came with our food, he set it down on the table.
Around us, guards stood, eyeing us cautiously. As I ate, I noticed one of them whispering something to the other. His eyes were onto me, and he looked at me like I was a lower caste than he was, with my white skin and him with his brown.
I never saw anyone with brown skin either.
"RUPAC!" I shouted. We were in my room, and Toothless was outside, waiting for me to ride him. It was midnight, and it had been a long day. I kept on hearing BS from a bunch of men whose language I didn't even know. If I was going to know what they were yelling at me, then I would need him. The problem was I didn't know were he went when I needed him the most.
"Howdy, Siren," he said, smiling a wide, cheesy smile.
I grabbed him. "Where the hell were you when I needed your help?"
"I was lazy," he admitted.
"YOU WERE TOO FUCKING LAZY TO BE MY FUCKING INTERPRETOR?" I took a deep breath and calmed down. "This happens again and you are fired. Is that clear?"
Rupac nodded timidly. He wasn't smiling anymore.
"Good." I set him down. "I'll need you tomorrow at breakfast. I want to talk to the king."
"Sure thing."
Toothless and I flew around for a couple of hours. It was a good night to go riding, so I boarded him as soon as I got onto him.
As we flew, I bent over to talk to Toothless.
"What do you think of this place?"
He purred at me.
"I know, bud. I'd stay here if it means not coming back to no-fun-land."
This was a completely unfamiliar land we were in, but that didn't matter as long as there was no Berk. Besides, there could be new things we could learn from these people.