Maine was also watching them in the same tired eyes. Soju really got them good. Even Jason and Jomar were carelessly laughing over losing the games countless times. Annah wanted to rest her eyes for a bit. So, she closed her eyes, feeling good over relaxed body. She thought she was going to have a peaceful sleep for that night. But then, she was brought upon a dream that she didn't expect to have.
Standing in a court of the kings of old, wearing a tribal wedding dress while staring ahead of her, to the person standing in front of the priest with his royal blue suits. Though he looked at her in blank expressions, there was no mistaking it. It was Ricco in the altar, waiting for her to walk in the aisle.
When she looked around her, Annah was sure that she was in the times of the medieval, in the body of the medieval princess who was written in different historical books.
But why the hell was she even there along with the prince?
