I'm sure I smell exclusively of the forest, sweat and eleven booze. The scent of my perfumes long since dissipated. I've also been rid of my doublet, though that is owed to a run in with a very rude wyvern at the base of the mountain.
My hand aches something awful. Been writing nearly every night, but I must confess the sound of my quill is comforting and one can only sing 'Toss a Coin' and 'Her Sweet Kiss' so many times before insanity sets in.
I'll keep this short to ease the ache in my hand, curse my unusual way of holding a quill.
Forever yours,
Julian Alfred Pankratz
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Forever yours
Fanfictionwell, seems I'm a woman of my word. a dragon, wandering after his heart is shattered, finds an orphaned princess and takes her as his own child. 4 months later, he finds himself hunted by dragon slayers out for his head. the problem? Jaskier, the v...
