𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 | ❝Hope is good, Hope will never disgrace, but make no mistake, Hope will hit you in the face!❞
In which the Just King becomes betrothed to a princess from a neighboring kingdom, only to fall in love with the prin...
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HOPE EDWARDS HAD BEEN having some strange dreams lately.
Dreams were one of the many wonders of the world she didn't understand. They fascinated her in ways she couldn't articulate without saying, "Isn't it bizarre?!" every other sentence. Dreams often act as the key to the deepest parts of our subconscious — the parts of our brains we can't fully reach in waking. Every day, we absorb tons and tons of information, and when we drift away from this reality, that information flashes before us in bright colors, incoherent and quick scenes, and the former impossible. After all, anything is possible if you can dream it.
Hope deeply appreciated dreams. They keep us busy while our brain and body recharge after a long day, and sometimes, dreams make for a great talking point during a dull morning. Even if she never fully understood dreams, she found herself coming back to hers and overanalyzing them anyway, which leads us back to the beginning:
Hope had been having some strange dreams lately.
Now, Hope believed that our dreams are a product of whatever we've absorbed in our lives. Some nights, you may dream about the advertisement you saw in the newspaper that day. Other nights, you may dream about the dog you saw walking down the street seven years ago talking to you. Not all, but most of our dreams are composed of things we've witnessed in real life to a certain degree that walks the line between irrational and reasonable.
Hope's real life wasn't very interesting, and she doubted it ever would be. She lived in a raggedy apartment in London, England, which she thought were two equally boring things. Truly, there was nothing special about her or her life, but she didn't think that was a bad thing. Boring and bad weren't synonymous in her eyes, though perhaps they were long distant cousins.
Hope believed life was supposed to be boring. It's what you choose to do with your life that gives it meaning. That was something she learned from reading her favorite fairytale novels growing up. The main characters of these stories were, more or less, average people with average lives. However, what made them unique was that they took their fates into their hands and found their adventures. They didn't stop to wait for life to happen to them, but rather, they sought out life fearlessly and courageously.
Before you say anything, yes, Hope still read fairytale novels as a teenager, and she would until she died. So, save it, alright? She'd heard enough about her "childish" guilty-pleasure from everyone at this point. Well, everyone except her best friend, Odette.