Betrothed To The Rogue King
I paused for a brief moment, remembering my body, lying helplessly and lifelessly on the ground next to the shallow grave that was to be my home.
“And then I saw a dog. A beautiful golden retriever. He was standing on top of my parents' graves, licking his paws like he had done so many times in the past. He looked at me, and then… then disappeared.” The memory faded and the dream faded along with him.
"Why would our parents have graves?" Realizing, Becky gasped in shock, covering her mouth with her left hand. "You dreamt that Momma and papa died?" She asked, and I nodded enthusiastically, enjoying her horror.
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