A dream, long since forgotten, finds its way back into reality... In this dream she wakes, looking for her love. She and him are meant to be, destined by the gods to become as one. She is in his home, a guest until it becomes theirs. A palace, gilt in silver and gold. Her room filled with lavish things; Flowers from her courting, gifts as well. He treats her like his queen. The servants see her wake and come to her immediately, obeying her every need. They take her to a warmed bath where they bathe her in scented water. Once finished, they dry her.Then they take her to her dressing room where they dress her in splendid grandeur; a silver gown which looks to be threaded from liquid. It flows gracefully around her. A tight corset, her breasts bound and pushed, she leaves to find the prince, her betrothed.
A peasant girl by birth, a goddess by right. She is fair and wise, yet young and beautiful. Her dark chestnut hair falls down to her waist, where those around her try to unsuccessfully pin it back; her hair will not be tamed. Though she is not used to being waited on, and finds she does not like it, she smiles. She is grateful the gods have blessed her so. Not only have they have given her all she could ever hope for, they gave her the dream she held most dear; love. She walks in such a graceful way she would break a dancers heart. Searching throughout the castle she becomes lost, and calls out. She finds herself facing a demon. He tells her this dream will soon end and laughs evilly as he becomes smoke. She is reminded of her dream she had that very night and begins to cry. Just then her prince finds her and gently lifts her into his arms, taking her to his room.
He holds her close and lays her on his bed, where he proceeds to free her of her gown and corset. He kisses down her neck and to her collar, where he stops and realizes his betrothed lies naked upon his bed. His eyes close immediately and he backs up, flustered. She blushes and smiles, covering herself up. She tells him he can come closer and open his eyes. He does, and takes her in his arms once more, drawn to her breathtaking beauty.
He looks into her eyes, seeing all her unspoken words. She presses her bodice against him, keeping herself covered. They know they cannot go further than this, not on the eve before they wed. They have waited so long to be together. A loud crash, he jumps up and runs to the balcony, flinging open the glass doors. His kingdom is under attack! He pulls her from the bed and wraps his robe around her and they dash out of the room. He takes her to a secret passage and tells her to run, saying he will make his kingdom safe for her. He pushes her through and shuts the door behind her. She has no choice but to run, leaving her love behind. She runs down the long, damp corridor, finding herself on the cliffs overlooking the forest and sea. She heads to the water, scaling down the cliff like she did as a child.
She reaches the water, and the demon appears once more. He tells her that her love is drawing his last breath that very moment, she is all alone. She cries, then blacks out. She awakens in a tiny hut, an old woman humming softly over a stone fire pit, cooking something. She tries to drag herself up, but finds it too difficult. She falls back with a huff. The old woman hears her and puts water to her lips. She drinks, then remembers the tragic fate of her love and begins to cry again, and again the blackness consumes her. This time she wakes alone, propped against a tree facing her kingdom. Ashes are all that remain of her once proud, powerful land. She hears the laugh of the demon and stands, looking for the evil beast. Seeing nothing she follows his laugh down, down, down...
Down into his layers she goes, wishing to slaughter the monster who did this to her people. She sees him at last, standing over the corpse of her beloved. She screams and her appears before her, stifling her. He says she will not make another sound. She agrees and he releases her. He says he did this to her to make her his, that the pathetic human lord was not worthy of her, that he, the god of war, was the only man who could have her hand. he takes her to his room and tries to take her robe from her. She sees a way out and runs. He chases, and they find themselves on the cliffs that overlook the sea. He says she has no where to go, jumping will kill her. She says she would rather die than be the toy of the god of war. A strong gust of wind, the sky darkens and the water churns. She jumps to her death...
And awakens to the morning of her wedding in her betrothed's bed, with him lying next to her his arms around her to keep her safe. Both fully clothed. She sits up and looks around, slightly disoriented. Her prince wakes and smiles up at her. A tear leaks down her face and he takes her in his arms, asking whats wrong. She tells her his dream and he tells her it was not but that, a dream. he carries her to her room and leaves her to ready for their wedding, and they are wed. The dream she dreamed when she was a child, once again forgotten.
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