Finley had gone last. I wasn’t sure whether she got to finish, because the next thing I knew the king ripped the door off its hinges, threw it, and made short work of getting into the sky. His dragon roared with such rage that my heart jiggled in my chest and the poor sod next to me, a faerie deck hand, pissed himself. The king painted the sky in fire and flew for a long time after that. It did not seem to help.
Lol
