Clancy brought Princess Beatrice some soup and bread. She wasn't hungry and offered it to the healer, who kindly accepted the meal and happily devoured it. She didn't know when She dozed off. But she did and her dream felt like a clouded memory. She was standing in the heart of the castle, except this time there was no Castle, just the pillars and the engraved stone floor underneath her bare feet.
It looked so strange yet, she knew it was home. Then all at once, it was there. The demon. He wore leather trousers with a black silk shirt unbuttoned. He looked positively male. He could feel her eyes drinking him in, looking at his muscles.
his center we pale body and his pale perfect angelic features.
"Welcome home, Princess," he cackled.
She was terrified. Where was TimberBrooke? Where was her people?
"Looking for someone?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
Even in her dream she couldn't shake her fear or apprehension of him. If anything, it felt magnified.
