Casey Anderson isn't expecting much from her Mark - but when her soulmate turns out to be Prince August, the boy next in line for the throne, everything changes.
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In a world much like our own, Casey Anderson is trying to navigate her senior...
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I didn't dream last night.
Not only that, but I slept in a way I haven't for months. Completely. Peacefully.
It's almost like having Casey here has allowed me to finally rest. Like something in my body was - missing her. Like I couldn't function without her.
My Mark- shivers - and I run a hand over it. I don't know if shivers is the best way to describe it. It's just like - a pulse of feeling. Sort of like getting goosebumps, but in one specific spot. It's been happening since Casey got here.
I don't know whether to be worried about it or not. There are a lot of things I don't know whether to be worried about or not.
Sleeping through the night apparently means waking up ridiculously early, and despite my one night of uninterrupted sleep, I still have some impressive dark circles under my eyes when I stare at myself in my bathroom mirror.
The harsh bathroom light does nothing help the exhaustion that is, at this point, probably written into my bones.
It's weird, to be worried when you don't have nightmares, right? Why do I feel like it's too peaceful. Why do I feel like there's a knife hanging over me, waiting to drop?
I run my hands over my arms, suddenly cold. My blond hair seems like it's been lightening in the past few months, and it does nothing to help the sickly-paleness of my skin or the dark circles under my eyes. I looked washed out. I look like a ghost.
Can anyone else see it, or is it just me?
I take a deep breath, hands braced against the edge of the sink. I have to get myself together. For Casey and I. For the good of the kingdom, not that I really care about that. For any chance at a future for the two of us.
I don't know what to do. I want to call Kinsey, but at the same time, I don't know if it's fair to drag them into this. They've been my best friend since... forever. My only friend. I don't want to needlessly worry them - they have far to large of a heart to waste it worrying over something they can't do anything about. I'm sure my father isn't going to let them come over, or let me go to see them.
It would be nice to talk, but - I don't know.
Maybe soon, when I actually know what I'd say to them. I'd love to introduce Casey to Kinsey - I think they'd really get along. And besides - Casey, Leah, and Kinsey are the most important people in my life. I want them all to know each other.
The room around me seems to blur, my heart beating loudly in my chest. I need to control my emotions. I need to calm down - but for some reason, all I can think about are the dreams. All I can think about is the magic, the magic that for some reason doesn't touch me. I close my eyes. Open them again. Try to convince myself that I'm fine, that I can do this.
I need to make some sort of an appearance soon. I haven't told my father about my dreams, and I don't want him to think that I'm - struggling, in any way.
