Dinner with a dragon

As Seraphine and I entered the dining room, the warm glow of candlelight greeted us, casting a cozy atmosphere over the long, elegantly set table.

The aroma of roasted meats, fresh bread, and spiced vegetables filled the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. But before I could fully appreciate the spread before us, all eyes turned to the tiny, adorable creature perched on my shoulder.

Ember, now shrunken to the size of a small kitten, chirped happily and flapped his tiny wings, clearly delighted by the attention.

The dragon's scales glimmered like molten gold, and his emerald eyes sparkled with mischief. As we approached the table, a murmur of excitement spread through the room.

"Oh, how precious!" one of the maids exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "I didn't know dragons could be so... tiny!"

Another servant, a young man with a broad grin, leaned in closer, his eyes wide with awe. "Can I pet him?"