Uptight and Hysterical

It was hard to describe and impossible to measure the joy on the Princess that day. Serenica managed to get the Dreamer to laugh. She had missed the sound of his mad cackle so that her chest was hurting by the time he shut his mouth.

She felt her entire body being pulled towards him and his effortless beauty. He was beautiful, and that was a thing the healer was rarely willing to say about a man.

"Can you give me a shave? I hate having a beard," the prince complained to her.

"Sure thing. Healer hands, you know. Stable when needed."

She prepared a traditional Raelian shave for him. It was the only way she knew.

As she was spreading the foaming soap on his chin and neck, they chatted about everything that had happened.

"So, Essieca is dead. That's pretty awful," the Dreamer said.