Roya is the Lady of the Land of Dreams. A walker through the fantasies of everyone in her kingdom. That's her duty, and since then she has not had a dream of her own. But, what happens when Roya starts to see visions and hear voices that are unlike...
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"It's been a while since we did this together."
My mother pours the steaming water into her delicate teacup. I watch carefully as the dried leaves and flowers turn the water into a calming rose liquid. Handing the teapot over to me, I take it. The hot ceramic warms my hands as the steam coming out of my cup does the same for my face.
"I think it's been-
"Five years." I finish for her.
Five years that I hadn't even had breakfast with my mother. Five years that I threw that all away. I examine her face, her eyes looking down at her plate. I note the way her top lip is slightly larger than her bottom. I note the way the hair curls just around her ears while the other hairs lie straight down like mine. I note the way her eyelashes curl up, accentuating her cheekbones making her face like a soft heart.
She can't go away. Oneria without her would just be the Land of Dreams. And the Land of Dreams without the people would just be a land. A rock, a... mountain.
"Mother?" I choose my next word very carefully.
Her head looks up, her eyes meeting mine. "Yes, dear?"
"If someone had a dream, and I could make it a reality for them, should I?"
She takes a long sip from her tea cup. Placing it back down on the table, she stirs a spoon in it. "What do you mean, dear?"
"Like, if I saw something in a dream, and it seemed to be so real that I actually found a way to make it real, should I do it?"
She taps the tea drops off of the spoon before placing it on the tablecloth. Each clicks sings into the air. I shudder trying not to think back to the echoes of last night.
"One thing I have learned dear, is that you don't need to make a dream come true. If it is meant to happen, then there will be a way."
I stutter, "Bu...but how do I know?"
"You are the Lady of Dreams," she says, a growing smile on her face. "You will know. When the time is right and the melody sings, you will know."
I nod my head considering her words. Slowly, I bring the steaming teacup to my lips, the bitter herbs and sweet rose melting together making the perfect blend.
"What is this about, anyway? Is it what I think it's about?"
My fingers freeze around the cup, my eyes widening ever so slightly. She can't know. There is no way she could know.
"What could you possibly mean?" I question her, bringing the cup back up to my face to hide it.
Then I hear her whisper again. Edward?
"Mother," I say in an exasperated sigh. "This has nothing to do with him." A half lie. Placing the cup back on the table, I too now stir the liquid inside to occupy my hands.
