[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-saya-and-the-dragon":3,"chapter-saya-and-the-dragon-saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-107":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Saya and the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1705094,2177,"Chapter 104: Draconic Nightmare","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-107",107,"\u003Cp>We’re camped under a leaning pine that creaks like it’s gossiping with the wind. Fire’s down to coals. My blanket’s mostly moss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, it’smewaking up screaming in the middle of the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nightmares are kind of my thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I earned them. Thank you, Temple of the Bleeding Heart and all your “clients.” Thank you, demon contracts, failed scams, haunted brothels, and that one time I tried opium wine and ended up trying to kiss a mirror because I thought it was my long-lost twin. (Spoiler: not my twin. Just me. Very naked. Very confused.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the dragon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He usually sleeps likeruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like ancient stones carved by forgotten hands, unmoved by time, or rain, or the occasional idiot girl with cold feet who uses his flank as a mattress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not lately, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not since the hag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not since Aunt Threxaval became part of our immediate future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight it’s the same again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m halfway into a dream about eating roast duck that turns into me eating a wax figurine of Sir Odran (not as satisfying as it sounds) when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“NO! YOU DO NOT SERVE ME LAVENDER WITH LAMB, YOU INSOLENT WHELP!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I jolt upright, clutching my dagger like I’m about to duel a goose. Heart pounding. Mouth dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon isthrashingin his sleep, tail twitching, claws flexing against the earth. He jerks once, wings half-unfurling with a strangled, muffled snarl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tea… not… clockwise… blood cups goleft, left! Youknowthis…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice is cracking, desperate. I swear he sounds like a terrified butler at a royal banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crawl over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey,” I whisper. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s just a dream. It’s just tea. Nobody died.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flinches again. Eyes snap open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glowing faintly. Breathing hard. The smell of ozone and old fear seeps out of his scales like sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third time this week,” I say softly, sitting beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinks, slowly. Realizes where he is. With me. Not in a throne room made of bones. Not surrounded by jawbone chairs and screaming choruses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…She threw the saucer,” he mutters, voice ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shudders. “In the dream. She threw the saucer at my head. Because I used honey. In jasmine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at him. “Gods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She said I had the palate of apeasant mime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I cover my mouth. Not laughing. Not exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want me to keep watch tonight?” I ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closes his eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” he whispers. “Just promise me if she kills me, she does itbeforedessert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nod solemnly. “That’s fair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I lean back against his warm side. He’s still shaking, just a little. I don’t tell him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, I start humming. Something stupid. A lullaby I once heard in a brothel kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And eventually, his breathing slows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still ancient. Still powerful. Still scared shitless of one terrifying woman who drinks blood-infused mint tea and judges empires based on their canapé selection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly? I get it.\u003C\u002Fp>",477,"2026-06-06T14:39:25.900Z",1,"novelbin.me","2c209b59af3985795a9bdf421dc1da5aad6e96ee324150f4d6c19fc5fb4fb34f","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-108","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-106",228,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsaya-and-the-dragon-cover.jpg"]