Crown Prince's Return and Royal Love Affair

I could hear faint footsteps growing louder, like someone was sprinting down the hallway. My door burst open with a bag, and there stood Lisa, panting like she'd just run a marathon but somehow still managing to look far too cheerful for my liking.

"Lady... Lady... Lady..."

One more 'Lady' and I might just keel over from sheer irritation.

"Lady..." she wheezed, clutching her side like she'd been stabbed.

Great. Now I'm officially deceased.

Ever since that dream with my grandmother, I've been a walking disaster. Functioning has become a Herculean task, and my nights are a tearful mess, hoping to crawl back into that comforting dream. But no, here I am, the queen of the living dead, or at least that's what it feels like.

Lisa burst into the room with enough energy to power a small village. She slammed the door shut and bounded over to my bed, nearly launching me into the next dimension with the force of her landing.