The Boy with Wings

“Alayne, tell me a story, I want a story!”

Alayne suppressed a sigh, instead favoring little Lord Robert with a smile his bratty behavior had certainly not earned. He’d had three tales from her already tonight, but if another finally made the sickly-though-stubborn boy yield to sleep without the aid of the poppy it would be best for both of them.

“There once was a great Lord Eagle who made his nest at the top of the highest mountain in the land,” she began.