Dream a little, Dream of me

And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much

Rhysand, High lord of the Night court,

I am very unhappy to say how much I need your help right now, well technically of my Brother, Lucien who is quite out of reach so do the honor of reading this.......................................................

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Lilliana sat on the grass, letting the rays of light shine on her, the warmth seeping in her bones making her feel less sick. The slight bump of her stomach only prominent when she felt it, and in the very loose clothes, she looked normal. 

Her hair in a loose ponytail. They had grown out. She looked unkept and that felt fine, she felt slightly free as the sunlight poured its warmth. The scene looked beautiful and peaceful, the sky blue with hues of yellow and darker blue scattered among the soft cotton of clouds. The sun a yellow spot in the sky shining on all of them, looking regal. The lake a few feet away from where she was sitting, a bunch of daffodils shining and looking golden. 

Everything of the view spoke a fairytale, but the only stupid fairytale there was, was that she was in love with one. She was in love with a fairytale, it may not be one, but it sure sounded like one. 

If only her miserable excuse of a life could be a fairytale. Nicholas was catching butterflies and made dreary attempts that thankfully weren't successful.

Poor butterflies.

Poor her.

Poor world.

Poor fairytales.

In this slightly miserable scorching weather, not exactly scorching but anyway, what she would have wanted was wine, but alas, the emerald eyed beast had objections since the wine was going to harm the child.

It was exhausting, she was famished and moreover missing a certain red head. But the red head was not to be discussed of, as she was still upset. 

And yet, her head could not take orders, and that statement was very true, as her head was filled with thoughts of we-all-know-who since morning. That was an understatement as the only thoughts she had were of the princeling. It seemed annoying. And slightly disgusting. Wasn't she supposed to hate him now? Question after question, followed her train of thought. 

Or she had all rights to hate herself because even after she had been betrayed in a way, she was still whipped. 

It was annoying, irritating on huge levels. 

"Lily." Nicholas' voice cut through her thoughts.

She turned her attention to the boy.

"Yes." She said with a slight smile

"Come look at this Lily." He said with a bright smile.

He looked adorable.

She got up, a smile blooming on her face naturally, and took his hand and let him take her.

"That's a cat?" She said 

"Yes." The boy said enthusiastically

The small furry cat lay under the tree, fast asleep. The cat looked starved.

"Well, what is it that you want me to do? She asked the boy who smiled shyly.

Then said.

"Can we take care of the cat?" He asked softly

She took it into consideration.

She looked back at Nicholas who now was pouting, an attempt at persuading her by looking adorable, it sadly worked.