Owl's tail hung over the edge of the bed, lazily twitching every now and then. The princess stared out of the window, her front talons resting on some of the satin blankets and soft, rounded pillows. On her long, black horns, a thick, golden chain was draped. Ugh, this is so heavy. Her mind moaned, but she still sat up, regally. For mother. Just in case.
"P-Princess?" A small, timid voice alerted Owl of another dragons' presence.
"Hm?" Owl span around, and then the chain fell towards the floor, the ruby gems that added colour to it dangerously close to the floor before her grappling talons met their targets.
She sighed with relief, cocking an eyebrow as she heard an echo of her own.
"Anyway, what can I do for you?" Owl tried on her most royal tone, her voice trying to sound disinterested, but it felt like she was trying too hard.
"Y-your Aunt, The Queen, would appreciate it if you would go to the Throne Room..." Owl located the owner of the voice, a young dragonet barely two years old.
"And what's your name, Sweetie?" She smiled at the golden-orange dragonet, admiring the unique golden accents.
"M-my name?" The smaller SkyWing echoed, "I-I'm Furious."
"Well, tell the Queen that you did an awfully good job!" She clapped her talons, "In fact, as soon as you're old enough if like to hire you!" Alright, maybe that was and exaggeration, but why make the dragonet - Furious - feel bad, or like she had done something wrong.
"Now, I'm going to go find my mother, take this! You can keep it." She took off one of the strings of gold from the drapes of chains. She quickly unclasped it and handed it to the dragonet, who stared at it in shock for a long moment.
"Really? For me?" The dragonet gaped, eyes widening.
"Mhm!" Owl let a whisper of a smile cross her otherwise emotionless face. "For you!"
"Thank you Princess!!" The dragonet grinned, taking it gently, and bounding away towards an equally strange-coloured female dragon with a soft smile. I would bet gold that that's her mother. The Princess thought as she slipped out of her room, pulling herself into a presentable position and starting to run through the long, empty corridors. As she approached the throne room, she slowed her pace, straightened her jewellery and acted regal.
She slowed her breathing, fast, heavy breathing would give away that she had hurried to the throne room. She lifted a talon, and knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Three times. The door swung open.
Queen Hawk was sat on the largest throne, the extravagant golden throne was carved with little images of SkyWings. Next to her, on either side, one of her sisters took place. Her youngest sister, Princess Cloud, had a similarly built throne, but it was a darker shade. Her middle sister, Princess Swift was sat in a similarly built throne, it was paler than Cloud's but darker then Hawk's.
On either side of the sisters, we're two even smaller thrones. One was reserved for Owl, and one for her sister, Princess Skyfire.
"Aunt's, Mother." She dipped her head, eyes flicking over to Skyfire, who was fiddling with her talons, "You called?"
"I did?" The Queen raised an eyebrow, sceptical.
"No. I did." Princess Cloud took a breath, and her voice hitched in her throat as she continued, "Queen Hawk of the SkyWings, as an heir to the throne, I herby challenge you for the throne."
The world spun, Owl's breathing slowed. No. This cannot be happening... oh no...
Hawk's look of surprise, then shock, was soon replaced with a veil of iciness, "I... accept your challenge."