Dearest Evelyn

-chapter 27-

His finger trailed lightly down my bare arched back. I opened my eyes to smile at him. He lay beside me on his back, smiling lightly at me.

I was lying on my stomach, smiling back and reveling in the warmth of the sunlight upon my bare body.

I drew a sharp intake of breath as he suddenly moved closer.

I jerked awake.

I quickly looked beside me to see no Gwindire. Good. I let out an angry snarl. Then I growled in frustration. Why wouldn’t he leave me alone?! I was so pissed that I could barely stand it. I got up, wearing nothing but my nightgown and paced about, sighing often in frustration.

I believed I was beginning to get on Geraldine’s nerves. She watched me with her big brown eyes pacing back and forth; her head lying on her paws and curled up upon my bed like usual. She didn’t even whine or growl, letting me know it was time to eat. She seemed to be waiting out my little temper tantrum.

That was it. I was going to see Joanna about this. My wedding was in two days. I wasn’t going to suffer through this anymore. I had to get this done and over with.

Luckily, Terrin and Gwindire were off training, so Joanna and I had our breakfast table to ourselves.

I quickly told her all about my dreams, trying to keep calm and trying to censor to the best of my ability. Details weren’t necessary.

“Perhaps you should go see a shrink.” She suggested.

I scoffed. “I don’t believe in them. Besides, he probably knows he’s doing this to me.”

She gave a slight laugh. I noticed how her laugh had changed to a lighter, ladylike, regal laugh. Well, I supposed it was expected of the princess, especially since she was taking lessons anyways.

“Dreamwalking isn’t an easy feat.” She said. “Besides, someone who doesn’t even practice magick like Hector, wouldn’t be able to do it.”

Wait, what? “Dreamwalking?” I asked.

She explained that it was a type of magick people used to send certain people messages through dreams by simple means of influence or thought. I thought it ridiculous, but I didn’t say so to spare her beliefs and feelings.

I doubted Hector had ever heard of such. Especially because he didn’t know Joanna was a Pagan. Neither did the entire kingdom . . . .

“Perhaps you should tell Gwindire of these dreams then. Perhaps he could comfort you out of them. Sometimes it simply takes hidden realization for your dream meanings to make sense.” She patted Geraldine, slipping her a strip of bacon.

“I couldn’t tell him that!” I gasped. “What would he think? He’d be furious!”

Joanna’s eyes met mine. “Trust him. Gwindire is a sensible man. Besides, he knows of Hector’s attraction towards you. And lust. Perhaps he could calm you down enough that your conscious wouldn’t worry over Hector anymore.”

“Do you think it’s trying to tell me to go to Hector?”

“Oh, no, I think not.” Joanna leaned towards me. “But I think it’s trying to get you to realize your lust for Hector.”

“I do no such thing!” I scowled and blushed.

“Dreams are just your conscious messenger. It tells you things you repress, depress, hide and don’t face from day to day. It simply represents your true emotions.” She explained expertly.

I paused for a moment. Could it be true?

She noticed my hesitation, and continued. “Your head might be in the right place, but your heart is not.”