There were tress behind her and within the dark shadow was the vague structure of a man. Before she could even make out anything he was, immediately the dream started crashing before her eyes. She felt a terrible headache jam into her head and she fell to the floor, but instead of falling on the soft cold sand of the beach, it was like as if she fell right through it, into a dark abyss. She screamed in her dream through the weightless fall. Long penetrating screams from the depth of her throat. Then she jerked up, awake. Her eyes shot open, blinking to adjust to the darkness while her chest rose and fell, as her gown clung to her body, wet with sweat. She could almost feel the lingering pain in her head. Almost. "Just a dream." She mumbled breathlessly to herself. "It's not real. Just a dream." She said over and over again before she laid back in bed but she couldn't fall back asleep immediately. She kept on thinking about what had happened in the dream. The man had s

It was like a surprise when she saw that the King had invited her to breakfast. Raquel was running around as usual, to prepare her for breakfast. Colin was his usual calm and collected self but today, strangely, Lady Kestra hadn't been here yet. Could this be because of what had happened last time?Anyways, she was ushered to the dinning hall where the King as already waiting for her. Now, she was used to seeing him in his mask that it had started to make no difference anymore.To her, that mask was his face.He stood up from his seat by the large dinning table, then walked up to her, complimenting her as usual."You always make the dress look beautiful.""As do you, for your mask."He chuckled and it instantly reminded her of the dream that she had.She had indeed missed him. The dream was reflection of her feelings after all.Strange.She had asked to see his face in her dream too and that was one of the things she really wanted. Could the dream be all her imagination of things

She moved closer to the mirror in a flash, thereby knocking down some bottles that were on the dressing table.Were her eyes playing a trick on her right now?She blinked, running her fingers through her hair over and over again like a crazed woman, also checking her gown in the process.When she opened her eyes again, her gown was the same blue color it was when she slept in it. Her hands slowly stilled, she sniffed in her fingers to realize that the dampness was caused by sweat.Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit her and she had to lean against the top of the dressing chair for support. She blinked a couple of times again, chasing the fogginess in her mind away before looking back at the mirror. It was all normal, everything was normal.Well, that was crazy. A while ago, she had been seeing something completely different.Maybe she just hadn't recovered from her dream yet. There was a knock, making her look sharply away from the mirror and towards the door."Lady Kestra!" A guard an

Immediately, she felt Lady Kestra's hand pull her up, while she stood in front of her, shielding her. "Go your way." She said lowly to the crowd. That was the first time today, that Belladonna had heard that domineering tone she had always used on her when she had just gotten to the castle. They all left, mumbling between themselves."They don't despise you," Lady Kestra said to her as they walked away from the stall. "Don't feel terrible, they don't hate you."Well that wasn't what she was worried about. In fact, she didn't even know what she had been worried about and she couldn't be exactly sure of what she felt."They are not used to seeing scars. They are horrified that you have so many. It is a good thing though, don't feel somehow, now you have their pity."But she didn't want their pity, neither did knowing that they were horrified of her do anything to make her feel any better. It was only when Lady Kestra stopped that she realized that she had taken them to a Clothing Sto

When next she opened her eyes, it was to the daylight brightness of her room, Raquel's worried eyes and the King's angry ones. Wait, what? The King?What was he doing here and why was he angry?"Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes boring down at her from where he was standing next to her bed.She couldn't hold his gaze though, not after dreaming about him all throughout the night. Not after the last thing he had done to her in her dream. Even though she knew it was just a dream, the feeling still lingered in her veins somehow."Yes, I am, your Majesty.""How dare Kestra make you drink?! What if something had happened to you?! What if it was something you couldn't handle and everything had gone south. What would have become of me?!" His voice thundered.She quickly looked up at him, his eyes were blazing with rage. He was mad at Lady Kestra?"She will be punished for this!"Her heart raced. Was he willing to punish his Right Hand Woman for something as slight as her getting drunk