A Forced Gift

You extend your hand toward Charles, a dream come true.



But you rescind, noticing that he has something on his teeth. Not romantic, but he is only a person.



You open your mouth to speak, only managing, "....ir..... arle......."



Alarmed, but not deterred, you repeatedly attempt to speak.



"....ir..... arle......."



"....ir..... arle......."



"....ir..... arle......."



My eyes flutter open, freeing myself from the strange dream. Feeling a wet sensation on my cheek, I prop myself up and look down at the pillows.



"Aw, I drooled."



I hear a knock and turn to see Sera the handmaiden with a sly grin.

"Oh good mooooorning, Princess Kate," she croons.