But who can decide what we dream, and dream I do. - Evanescence 2003
“Don't ask this of me...anything but this...” A deep voice hissed at the one who had just requested the impossible, a regal voice laced with age, with regrets. The short, slightly stooped figure of an older man, stood out, ghost-like, against the pale moonlit grasses of the
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I liked the shifts between the dream and the people talking, but I do think that the shift between the two men and the girl's point of view needs to be more firmly established, since after a long time of italics being her point of view and regular font being theirs, I kind of just went into that last paragraph thinking that the men were still talking only to find that it was the princess.
Other than that, I love how you set up the plot here without managing to give anything away, very gripping.
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