Serenica was standing in a dimly lit corridor. There were mirrors on the walls. Everywhere she looked there was a grotesque excuse of a reflection.
She turned her eyes towards the floor as quickly as she could.
She knew she was in a dream. Somehow that information didn't help her pounding heart or her sweaty hands.
In the darkness, the forms of the strange reflections moved even as she stood still.
Her throat still felt tight.
She thought someone was walking closer to her, but she barely could lift her eyes from the floor. The carpet was luxurious. It was purple and deep blue in color.
Those were the colors of the Dreamer.
"Spying on me comes with consequences," the prince said.
He had to be standing very close to her.
Serenica did not lift her gaze.
"I thought this matter was settled," she said.
