A girl cursed by an evil witch to relive the lives of different princesses when she falls asleep. One constant remains the same in all her dreams, one day her prince will come. The only question is will he save her in time?
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Chapter 24- Puppet Queen
Things have been getting worse. My nightmares have turned into daymares and increased in its atrocity. The dreams have become more cryptic and disturbingly eerie.
They all start differently but with the same twist. I began the dream as a reiteration of one of my cursed personas. The dream picked up right moments before I would have died and included a male standing before me.
His hand would be outstretched, seemingly to save me though it felt the opposite and rather maniacal.
The man's features would become more and more distorted each time, resulting in a frightening amorphous blob. Soon it no longer resembled the men from my dreams, his figure transforming into Andres slowly.
First I recognized the intensity of his eyes then the curve of his smirk. The rest of his features gradually trickled through.
He said the same thing each time. "I'm coming for you." It began softly yet held no comfort. As the dreams progressed his voice would become louder and more demanding while the words itself were snarled threateningly.
I would be lying if I said the dreams did not faze me. I was as panicked as I was the first time it happened. The difference was this time, I would not rely on Colin to comfort me.
I kept telling myself it was my burden to bear.
Plus I did not want to confide in someone I did not trust, doing so felt counterproductive. And while going back with Colin may be the wrong decision, I had no other choice in the moment.
My leg was in more pain than I let on and I doubted I would have made it the next few hours on my own. As Colin healed my leg, I made it clear through gritted teeth I was only accepting his help for my physical health.
I did not see a need for him to know about the resurgence of my dreams. He did not stir when I was jolted awake from fear. He did seem to notice when I would stop walking briefly, stuck in the panic of a daymare.
Still, I ignored his faux concern and acted as if nothing was wrong, reminding myself it was none of his business.
Meanwhile in the midst of my moments of terror, we continued on our way to the city. The days were relatively similar, waking up from a nightmare, spending the day hiking through the woods, another daymare, making camp and doing it all over again.
We were a day away from the castle when things forced my hand. We were walking through the forest in silence per usual, any time he tried to initiate a conversation I shut him down.
Fortunately the path was smooth and relatively flat. It made things easier for me when I was struck by an intense daymare and stopped moving. Colin came to check up on why I was so far behind. The second his hand grazed my shoulder I was inconsolable.
