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No, he looks every inch theprincehe is here. A prince on the verge of his kingdom, his aging father struggling to maintain control.
His head tentacles blow gently on the breeze. His lips curl into a slight smile as he looks at me.
I suddenly remember what they've put me in. A compromise, letting me keep the top on. Gabrielle wanted me decked out like a Fae bride, breasts exposed.
Unafraid, she said.
But I’m very much afraid. I’m scared shitless. So they gilded my boobs like I'm Princess Leia, dangled chains from my nipples running down the skirt I'm barely wearing. My exposed legs prickle in the heat of the night.
There's nothing like the Chicago winter here. I wonder if Faerie is always this warm.
"I'll be your escort," Fabien says. He holds out an arm and I take it, nearly grasping at him for dear life.
I'm getting married!
“There was a lion…”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.”
To the man of my dreams, but not the kind of dreams I imagined. Fever dreams of rough sex and explosive orgasms. Dreams that haunt me even when I’m awake.
“Whereiseveryone?” I whisper.
He cocks an eyebrow.
"They’re off in the darkness, waiting. I don’t mind. It’s good to be here with you, to take you in. I’ll remember this moment for all time, Mia. I know you’re a human, and you can only live so long, but I swear to you that you’ll always be the one I was destined for. Theonlyone.”
Fabien looks so serious. I don’t know what the heck to say back to him. I feel like I’m going to faint. I kind ofwishI would faint.
“Are you enjoying the dreams?” he asks. “Tonight they’ll become reality.”
He reaches up to touch my forehead, but I pull away.
“I might like some quiet dreams. Like a library, or maybe a fruit stand.”
He can't help but smirk at me.
“A fruit stand?”
“Yeah. Where they sell fruit. It looks quiet, doesn’t it? Relaxing?”
“I’ve honestly never thought about it…”
His laughter rings out through the clearing. It's loud and wild, and I suddenly realize I don't recall hearing it before. It makes me sad to think he doesn't often laugh.
“A fruit stand. I can do that.”
Now it's my turn to raise an eyebrow. Fabien brushes a tentacle across my forehead and something inside me shifts. Presumably, a fruit stand is waiting for me to close my eyes.
I can’t help but smile. His touch, these dreams…they’ve become a part of me. And this place? Faerie… it feels a part of me, too. Like a home I was meant to find.
“Do you remember what the mountain god told you?”
I nod, somberly.
“Sort of. It’s in pieces.”
