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This is War

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She rode toward the dragon at full speed, lance clutched in her aching fist, eyes filled with steel, anger and determination locking her jaw against a war cry.

Aurora cannot think of anything but the sheer unfairness of the curse. It’s supposed to be her lot in life to suffer, not him; it’s supposed to be she who is to sleep eternally until true love casts its die. His nobility in shoving her away from the spindle has only cost them time; now she, with her covered in steel, would be the one who would save them with her fire.