I was flying again, the world a patchwork of colors below me, and then I was diving down. The air rushed past me, the world a blur, and then I splashed into a river. The water soothed me, and I found myself opening my mouth to drink it in. It took me several moments to realize that I wasn't completely dreaming.
Water was filling my mouth and running gently down the back of my throat. My head was supported by what felt like a strong arm, the heat making my muscles relax from their cramped stiffness. I focused on my senses. The air coming through my nose carried the scents of leather and, ahem, ripe man- though he smelled rather nice despite being very pungent. I could hear his deep even breathing. I was focusing on the pulse vibrating through his arm when he carefully laid me back down.
If I could have, I would have pouted, already missing the reassuring limb. It struck me in that moment that I might not die trapped in this room after all. The relief I felt still cradles me now, despite my many questions.
I heard footsteps, my door closing, and muffled, far-off voices.
I still can't believe he left without a word. I hope he'll come back, whoever he is. I hope he can tell me where my nursemaids are, and what is going on.
Unease has joined my relief.
He has to come back, right?
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Trapped Beauty
FantasyMeet the princess who never had a chance. Rosalinda only wanted to be loved by her father, but due to a tragic fortelling, he keeps his distance. Now the future has come to pass and she finds herself a prisoner in her own body, trapped in a coma. Wi...
