“You idiotic lizard.” You glared at Cyrus. You couldn’t understand how you caught the attention of such a rare mystical creature, but you were beginning to wish you hadn’t. The dragon had been nothing but a nuisance. Whether it was playing pranks on the maids or fighting the knights he was always up to trouble. He had been following you as you took care of your duties and his large tail had knocked over a vase in the main hallway. Cyrus looked at the vase and then at you sheepishly.