Beautiful was surprised to find herself dreaming of Seeker. She held his hand tightly as they walked through the pastures, passing Shepherds and Pilgrims. She was free to do as she pleased—unbothered by their glances.
When they reached an orchard, he picked an apple—red and luscious—and handed it to her. She took his clasp-knife, sliced a piece, and offered him the first bite.
He stared at her with an intensity that made her feel—well, beautiful. Maybe for the first time. She leaned in to give him the kiss she’d denied. But she woke up first.
Her heart was pounding. That was close. Did dreams count? It was her dream, after all. No one would know. She didn’t even have to tell Seeker.
She hoped he’d dreamt of her. She really did. She needed to stop making promises she couldn’t keep.
