"Are you going to keep doing that?"
Frea gasped, her heart drumming in her chest as she listened intently.
Crouched, she trembled, whether from the chill or from fear.
"You're good at hiding, but you don't have the guts."
The man's voice dripped with sarcasm, tinged with incredulity.
Perhaps because she didn't feel threatened by the other's reaction, Frea quickly calmed down.
She turned her head in the direction of the sound.
A figure leaned against the darkness.
Frea raised her gaze to the other's face.
It was dark and she couldn't make out any features, but somehow she felt like she was making eye contact.
'A dream.'
The man was a saccharine shadow.
No garments of light adorned him.
Too vivid for mere imagination.
"I asked if you were going to keep doing that."
'I... can't fathom such a presence within my dreams.'
Frea was accustomed to the lofty airs of those in positions of power.
Royalty and nobility abounded throughout the kingdom.
As kind as Princess Emily was to Frea, she could be domineering in her dealings with others.
"...What am I to do?"
"Are you suggesting you trespassed into my bedroom without purpose?"
'Bedroom...'
Only then did Frea realize she lay upon a plush bed.
And unclothed.
'At least clothe me, even in dreams.'
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, thankful for the cover of darkness.
"I beg your pardon for startling you."
Even as the words left her lips, Frea felt perplexed; she was apologizing to a figure of her dream.
"But please regard it as an error...without direction or intention."
"An error?"
The man scoffed.
"Once or twice might be deemed a mistake, but not thrice."
"Thrice?"
"Are you going to claim it's the first time?"
'Dream after dream?'
The dreamer recognizes the continuity within the dreamscape.
Evidently, this particular dream was unsettling.
"Oh, no. I know, the third one. ...You tried to kill me."
Frea said, wistfully.
After a moment, he replied.
"I mistook you for an assassin."
"The world of my dreams is very murderous," Frea thought.
Having been raised within the walls of the royal castle, she had never encountered real-life assassins in action.
The politics of the Kingdom of Lehen remained stable.
"When I say it was unintentional, I truly mean it, or more precisely, it was not by my volition."
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The Guardian of The Dragon
RomanceA trainee priestess under the protection of the princess. An orphan abandoned in a mysterious forest. And... Frea, who sees other people's emotions in colors. Positive emotions appear as golden hues, while negative emotions manifest as black. H...
