Prologue

"The coronation will take place in three months' time, how are you feeling about it?"

"I can not express my excitement, after all, this is the moment I have been trained for my whole life."

My body seems to be acting on its own, words coming out of my mouth but they are not mine. It feels like I am an outsider, watching the scene unfold from behind some curtain, yet here I am sitting at this huge table with these now familiar faces.

Their conversation about coronation, balls, and princes continues but I could only focus on the room we are in. It is always breathtaking to be here, even if I visit these places thousands of times, its details never cease to amaze me.

"Soraya do you have anyone in mind? You must have a favorite." The man sitting across from me asks with a smile that I cannot quite decipher.

Suddenly, the beeping of my alarm gets me out of this dream, and I find myself back in my own bed, in my extremely modest room compared to where I was.

I have been having these dreams for quite some time now, always the same people with the same concept, as if I am living in a TV series with each dream as a new episode, consecutive but not quite continued. But the strangest thing about these dreams is that I always feel like I am only watching the story unfold not actually being in control of anything happening that aside from the fact that I am always aware that I am dreaming.

I admit that I had a couple of rough months lately, and I would do anything to get away from all the chaos in my life, but I have never been a fan of kings and queens, at least not since I was just a toddler fascinated by Disney movies. I even find myself impressed most of the time by the details I manage to create in those dreams, just like the ones in the room I was in a couple minutes ago.

With the exhaustion of my daily life weighing on me, those dreams have become my safe haven and I wish I would never stop having them.