She stared at the moonlit ceiling

More Janet and dragons, forests and planners … I might one day go back and pull them together into a proper short story. See what threads I’ve lost!

Hopeless trying to sleep. Not tonight. Janet lay in the vast feather-mattressed bed and stared at the moonlit ceiling high above her. She had forgotten the grace of this room, her bedroom high in her parents’ castle, with its stone arched ceiling, tall windows, and a wide balcony overlooking the forest beyond the castle’s walls. Not her paren...