Awoke she did with a start.

"what an odd dream," she thought to herself quickly tightening her grip around the blanket that acted as a shield. Turning over she stared at her canopy concentrating on details; stitch after stitch, each stitch and fold working symbiotically to create a beautiful cascade of wintery white waves framing the stage for the girl. Here, above the sea of cuddly clouds the girl sat on her thrown and commanded an army of thoughts and dreams that she, and she alone was the ruler of this realm.

Turning once more she laid her face gently into her pillow and tried desperately to reenter the world of dreams. She needed to enter, she needed to see and understand... but no use. Her mind was awake, her third eye blind now in the mortal realm and her soul had returned home once more.

There was a gentleman, tall and mysterious, all in shadows, but not because he was dark but because he was hiding from her mind. He stood there, staring at her dream self. Extending his hand, she took it and floated over into his embrace. Locked, without the ability for movement she trembled and buried her face into his chest. Sweet smells softly tickled her nose and with each breathe she felt herself trembling less. Slowly, as not to frighten away his pet the gentleman placed his two fingers underneath her chin and lightly rose her face to look at him. Soft to the touch, the contact of his skin on hers buckled her knees and sent a tremor running through her body, showing now fear she rose with his touch and stared at him. Stared deep into the wells of his eyes and saw a not too distant future self already a part of his thoughts.



Warm glowing light filled her eyelids and she could hear stirring around her. Opening only one eye the girl looked around to see who might be in her room but before she could register the figure a shrill of a voice spoke.
"get up!" yelled her tutor, "you're the laziest child here. get up and dress. Your parents want to speak to you at breakfast and they've already sat down for tea!"

"Alright alright I'm getting up there is honestly no need for the harassment I was just trying to enjoy the last few seconds of a wonderful dream - " the girl over spoke.

"A dream?," inquired the tutor. "The dream... with the dark figure?" She said coming closer the the girl. The girl pulled her covers closer to her face and fell back into her bed. Thinking quickly she started to explain the dream.

"dark figure?" she repeated looking around for an idea, anything that would get her tutor from snooping. "What dark figure, can't I have any other dream? I dreamt of a wonderful little cottage on a large hilly meadow where I owned hundreds of horses and lived among them," would this work she thought to herself, would tutor believe this tall tale of a horse dream?

"Hundreds of horses? YOU?! Someone that can't even get on a horse without crying and yelling to get off?! A dream that would be! hahahah and a dream it will stay, you'll never learn how to ride just dreaming of horses! Now that quite enough get up and let me start dressing you before your parents have my head and yours!" The entire time the girls tutor helped dress her she was thinking that her dark mysterious suitor would never doubt her inability to ride horses nor would be ever continuously jab and poke fun at a horrible accident that still haunts her to this very day.

As the daughter of a well-to-do member of a major court in Europe the life, or well the lives of everyone within his home was planned, choreographed, rehearsed and well executed or otherwise heads would be rolling. The girl's life was such that, from the moment she awoke to the moment her eyes finally closed for the evening her life was part of his harsh rule. Everyone seemed to not mind that everything from what color they were permitted to wear to what they could eat on any given day had already been predetermined even before they could think of what they wished to wear or eat. No one seemed to mind, except for this little girl. There were always arguments and blood pressure rising and punishments but the girl would never learn to keep her mouth shut and just abide her father's rules. Punishment after punishment the girl would never learn that she was not the ruler of the household and that her father meant business.

On this particular day her father was in a rush to leave for court and needed to present instructions to the family before he left, as usual the youngest of his daughters was late and he was growing ever impatient with her lack of authority. "Morning father," came a little voice from the far end of the great room. Running into the room she quickly halted and walked briskly towards the table where the entire family had gathered to see the father off. As her legs moved swiftly to and fro the ruffles of her pale yellow dress glistened with the soft light of the morning. Long and slender and not fully aware of her beauty the girl clumsily scooted closer to the table seeming awkward and out of place. She slumped into the chair farthest from her father, due to her rank in the family. She was the youngest of the daughters, but she was also the youngest family member. Mistake some might say or others like the tell the tale as a miracle sent from God.

Her mother had been forty years of age when the youngest was conceived and a painful winter that had been for the Countess. Finally one cold, damp april morning the girl was born not breathing and the mother overwhelmed by grief slipped into what seemed a breathless slumber. The chambermaid herself distort and over come by sorrow placed the child within the mother's arms and said a pray. Before leaving the room the chambermaid looked back and saw what she described to be a miracle; the child slowly reaching up and the mother coming to after the touch of her daughter. Neither mother nor child could be separated and were always seen together. Unlike the other children the Countess took it upon herself to start her daughter's lessons and always had her within sight. The Countess was still on this earth due to the bond that she shared with her youngest daughter, everything the daughter felt she felt and anything the countess felt her daughter felt as well. Together they were bound by deeper means than just mother daughter, they were bound by direct love from God himself thought the Countess. Spoke of this she dared not. Her husband the Count, thought it was rubbish that his wife should sit for hours teaching their daughter to read and write, he also found it to be rubbish the thought that divinity would have influenced the 'bound' the two shared.

As the girl grew the father tried everything to part the two, boarding school, hiring a trained scholastic tutor and even marriage. Boarding school was tough but the mother and child got around to seeing each other and even entrusted on their personal servants to hand deliver mail to one another. Marriage was inevitable, it was going to happen and now that all four daughters expect the little one had a suitor the mother bit her tongue and gave in. Her daughter would live the same fate every daughter, herself included had lived. Suited with a husband to make the family wealthier and more powerful and produce strong boys to uphold the family line. Thought the Countess has failed in her duty as the perfect wife, and her husband never let her forget it, she had only produced one son out of the six children and he had disgraced the family name by becoming a priest of a pagan religion that lived out their days within the mists and woods of the country. To the little one, this was amazing that finally someone within the family broke rank and disobeyed their father. No one spoke of the lost son, the family continued on with their lives as if there had never been a son within the family.


Warm glowing light filled her eyelids and she could hear stirring around her. Opening only one eye the girl looked around to see who might be in her room but before she could register the figure a shrill of a voice spoke.
"get up!" yelled her tutor, "you're the laziest child here. get up and dress. Your parents want to speak to you at breakfast and they've already sat down for tea!"

"Alright alright I'm getting up there is honestly no need for the harassment I was just trying to enjoy the last few seconds of a wonderful dream - " the girl over spoke.

"A dream?," inquired the tutor. "The dream... with the dark figure?" She said coming closer the the girl. The girl pulled her covers closer to her face and fell back into her bed. Thinking quickly she started to explain the dream.

"dark figure?" she repeated looking around for an idea, anything that would get her tutor from snooping. "What dark figure, can't I have any other dream? I dreamt of a wonderful little cottage on a large hilly meadow where I owned hundreds of horses and lived among them," would this work she thought to herself, would tutor believe this tall tale of a horse dream?

"Hundreds of horses? YOU?! Someone that can't even get on a horse without crying and yelling to get off?! A dream that would be! hahahah and a dream it will stay, you'll never learn how to ride just dreaming of horses! Now that quite enough get up and let me start dressing you before your parents have my head and yours!" The entire time the girls tutor helped dress her she was thinking that her dark mysterious suitor would never doubt her inability to ride horses nor would be ever continuously jab and poke fun at a horrible accident that still haunts her to this very day.

As the daughter of a well-to-do member of a major court in Europe the life, or well the lives of everyone within his home was planned, choreographed, rehearsed and well executed or otherwise heads would be rolling. The girl's life was such that, from the moment she awoke to the moment her eyes finally closed for the evening her life was part of his harsh rule. Everyone seemed to not mind that everything from what color they were permitted to wear to what they could eat on any given day had already been predetermined even before they could think of what they wished to wear or eat. No one seemed to mind, except for this little girl. There were always arguments and blood pressure rising and punishments but the girl would never learn to keep her mouth shut and just abide her father's rules. Punishment after punishment the girl would never learn that she was not the ruler of the household and that her father meant business.

On this particular day her father was in a rush to leave for court and needed to present instructions to the family before he left, as usual the youngest of his daughters was late and he was growing ever impatient with her lack of authority. "Morning father," came a little voice from the far end of the great room. Running into the room she quickly halted and walked briskly towards the table where the entire family had gathered to see the father off. As her legs moved swiftly to and fro the ruffles of her pale yellow dress glistened with the soft light of the morning. Long and slender and not fully aware of her beauty the girl clumsily scooted closer to the table seeming awkward and out of place. She slumped into the chair farthest from her father, due to her rank in the family. She was the youngest of the daughters, but she was also the youngest family member. Mistake some might say or others like the tell the tale as a miracle sent from God.

Her mother had been forty years of age when the youngest was conceived and a painful winter that had been for the Countess. Finally one cold, damp april morning the girl was born not breathing and the mother overwhelmed by grief slipped into what seemed a breathless slumber. The chambermaid herself distort and over come by sorrow placed the child within the mother's arms and said a pray. Before leaving the room the chambermaid looked back and saw what she described to be a miracle; the child slowly reaching up and the mother coming to after the touch of her daughter. Neither mother nor child could be separated and were always seen together. Unlike the other children the Countess took it upon herself to start her daughter's lessons and always had her within sight. The Countess was still on this earth due to the bond that she shared with her youngest daughter, everything the daughter felt she felt and anything the countess felt her daughter felt as well. Together they were bound by deeper means than just mother daughter, they were bound by direct love from God himself thought the Countess. Spoke of this she dared not. Her husband the Count, thought it was rubbish that his wife should sit for hours teaching their daughter to read and write, he also found it to be rubbish the thought that divinity would have influenced the 'bound' the two shared.

As the girl grew the father tried everything to part the two, boarding school, hiring a trained scholastic tutor and even marriage. Boarding school was tough but the mother and child got around to seeing each other and even entrusted on their personal servants to hand deliver mail to one another. Marriage was inevitable, it was going to happen and now that all four daughters expect the little one had a suitor the mother bit her tongue and gave in. Her daughter would live the same fate every daughter, herself included had lived. Suited with a husband to make the family wealthier and more powerful and produce strong boys to uphold the family line. Thought the Countess has failed in her duty as the perfect wife, and her husband never let her forget it, she had only produced one son out of the six children and he had disgraced the family name by becoming a priest of a pagan religion that lived out their days within the mists and woods of the country. To the little one, this was amazing that finally someone within the family broke rank and disobeyed their father. No one spoke of the lost son, the family continued on with their lives as if there had never been a son within the family.