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    “Hmmm…my guess is that you’re tired because you became irritable instantly,” He c oncluded.
    “It’s not that, ” I sighed again . I rattled my dishes as I picked them up a nd dragged myself to the kitchen.
    “Did I do something wrong?” I heard Azmaveth ask himself as I threw my dishes in the s ink and clomped off to my room. I flung myself on my bed and gazed up at my skylights in the ceiling.
    “Oh bother,” I said as I felt tears gather in the corner of my eyes. As much as I didn’t wan t to admit it I missed everyone: Caspian, Father, my sisters, (excludi ng Jezbell) and even Mother ! I sighed again and turned over on my side. 
    “I wonder if Caspian will come save me,” I thought out loud as I pictured my older brother. I held no doub t in my mind that he would some how track me down, and when he did I woul d be waiting for him. He would probably take a long time before finding the free time to come rescue me though . He was the crown prince after all.
    But that suited me fine. An extended vacation with Azmaveth wasn’t unpleasant. I could certainly think of worse ways to pass the time. This was th e farthest I had ever been from Ardeo . On top of that I had never before left the castle without one of my siblings or parents . Even if I missed my family this was a new and exciting adventure.
    “It’s settled then,” I decided, stubbornly holding back my tears. “Even if a prince does come, I’ll hold out for Caspian,” I said while trying to ignore the nasty voice in my mind th at wondered if Mother would ever allow him to search for me.
     
     
    I woke up the next morning and c hanged into a different dress. ( I was very careful to brush my hair before leaving my room this time. ) I hustled to the kitchen where I prepared bowls of oatmeal before bringing it to the table were Azmaveth was waiting, grumbling to himself.
    “Morning Azmaveth!”  I cheerily greeted him, determine d to be happy no matter how wrong it was to be cheerful in the morning . 
    “Morning. But no, no, that won’t work,” h e muttered to himself as h e started eating. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t the merry morning dragon I thought he was.
    Once we finished I carried the shrunken bowls back into t he kitchen and washed them out. After twiddling my thumbs for a few moments I decided to search for Azmaveth . I found him some minutes later, holed up in his lab.
    “Azmaveth, I w ant to clean your room today,” I told him on a whim .
    Azmaveth paused. “I’m not sure you want to tackle that now… , ” h e slowly a n d carefully suggested .
    “C ome on, it can’t be that bad!” I said.
    “ Perhaps, depending on your definition of bad, ” Azmaveth said .
    “I’m going to do it ,” I decided before leaving to gather my cleaning supplies. I ambled down the tunnels and found Azmaveth waiting by the entrance for his room. 
    “This won’t be easy,” h e warned me as he pushed open the doors.
    “Uh-huh,” I said.
    “You just might die,” he added.
    “Please, you’re just exaggerating” I sc offed. “No job is… , ” I stopped talking when I got a good look inside. The easiest way to describe his room is to say that a herd of pigs would have cleared out of it , too disgusted by the mess, months ago.
    His bed was a pile of straw with silk thrown over it, b ut the silk was torn and ripped. The straw w as also starting to grow moldy and was spread across the floor like a ripped scarecrow .
    Random royal pu rple scales littered the ground. I assumed he had shed them off, which quite frankly disgusted me. It was almost like leaving your toenail clippings or wads of shed hair in the middle of your room.
    Huge stacks of books were preciously balanced in strategic places. Some of them tumbled over under my glare.
    A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, but a badly burnt le ngth of cloth hung down from it. If I had to venture a guess I would say one day Azmaveth was too lazy to get up and blow the candles