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And even if she accepted that too, would she quickly change her mind when she found out that my mother had foretold her fiery death—at the hands of my magic?
Chapter 10
CHARITY
I woke up slowly, my head amazingly dream-free. I still wasn’t sure if the man I’d met in real life had any connection to my dream prince, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.
How embarrassing it would be if he knew what sort of dreams I’d been having about him. Especially if my dream man was simply a figment of my imagination and I was projecting some of his qualities onto Anthony because he’d rescued me from the attack by Barry.
I pushed the bed covers off me. They were too hot and heavy now. Then I stumbled next door to use the bathroom and wash my face and hands.
When I was done, the events of the morning suddenly hit me and I began to giggle, sounding strangely intoxicated. “He’s a dragon.... Like a real, dragon!”
On one level I couldn’t really believe it, but everything I’d seen so far was real. His scales, his wings. The gorgeous little town that I’d walked around this morning was straight out of a fairytale.
And this castle. It was huge, and like nothing from my own life.
It was possible that I’d been knocked unconscious and was in some sort of complicated, long-term coma-dream, but it didn’t feel like it.
Especially when, every time I saw Anthony, a frisson of desire rippled over my skin. That awareness of him, on such a visceral level, felt more real than anything I’d ever experienced before.
When I walked back into the bedroom a female servant was laying a beautiful chocolate-brown dress on the bed.
“Hello,” I said, walking up next to her and reaching for the crushed velvet. “Wow. This is beautiful.”
The servant bobbed a little curtsey. “The queen thought you may want to change. Would you like some help getting into the dress?”
The girl, who looked about sixteen, seemed sweet.
“Thank you,” I said. “That would be great. I’m Charity, by the way.”
“Elsa, ma’am.”
Elsa helped me into the dress that somehow fit to perfection. “How did you know my size?” I asked, brushing my hands over my waist and hips.
She smiled. “The queen guessed your measurements, and then I made this for you. If you would like a different color, or fabric, I can make you another.”
