A Dream...

Clancy brought Princess Beatrice some soup and bread. She wasn't hungry and offered it to the healer, who kindly accepted the meal and happily devoured it. She didn't know when She dozed off. But she did and her dream felt like a clouded memory. She was standing in the heart of the castle, except this time there was no Castle, just the pillars and the engraved stone floor underneath her bare feet.

It looked so strange yet, she knew it was home. Then all at once, it was there. The demon. He wore leather trousers with a black silk shirt unbuttoned. He looked positively male. He could feel her eyes drinking him in, looking at his muscles.

his center we pale body and his pale perfect angelic features.

"Welcome home, Princess," he cackled.

She was terrified. Where was TimberBrooke? Where was her people?

"Looking for someone?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

Even in her dream she couldn't shake her fear or apprehension of him. If anything, it felt magnified.

"Where are we?" She asked, hoping he could give her a concrete answer.

"Don't you mean when are we, Princess?"

When? There went her hope of getting a concrete answer, she thought. "When?" she repeated it.

Even in a dream that word in this context sounded strange to her.

"Yes, Princess. When are we? Look around have a guess."

She did as he said. She still had no clue. She obviously wasn't in control of her dreams now.

"I-I don't know," She admitted.

"We are before time was time." He furnished for her. "This is a special place for me as well as you."

"How so?" His speech had piqued her curiosity.

"Your family's ancestors built their home here and pledged fealty to me." He informed her. His tone matter-of-fact.

" Even my father?" She asked. The question came out too fast. Fast enough that she couldn't stop it from slipping from her lips.

He looked at her then. "No," he stated plainly. "Your father never pledged to me. I suspect someone in that castle hid that book."

"The black book?"

"Smart Princess. Now you're getting the idea. As I was saying, you were born here. I fell from grace here."

Princess Beatrice had not been expecting the demon to open up to her about his origins, but this was a dream after all, and she thought nothing of it. She continued to test her theory.

"Tell me, demon, did you send that monster to kill William?"

His expression went cold at the mention of the other man's name.

"Who is that?" He smirked.

She knew by his jealous reaction that it was him who sent the Black Knight, and he in fact, knew who William was. The shock of the truth sunk in. She became angry and started slapping the demon and pounding on his muscular unmoving chest.

"How could you! Have you no shame! He could have died!"

"Shame? I am the King of Demons, I have no shame in anything I do or with anyone I do it with."

She shot him a look because of his overtly sexual connotation. She tried to slap him again, but he caught her by her wrist and pulled her her petite frame up against him, then kissed her hard. She was no match for his weapon. She felt her anger at him dissipating as a warm and fuzzy feeling began to wash over her completely. Her lips, ended up kissing him back and she wanted to taste more and more of him.

She didn't know what had gotten into her and chalked it up to her being in a dream. She broke the kiss. His hands gently ran up and down the sides of her body. His hands were exquisite.

"Please, demon. You must stop touching me like this," She said.

"Why? I like touching you."

"Be-because I can't think straight when you do." She confessed.

"You don't have to think when you're with me, I will always take care of you... in and out of bed." His lips kissed her clavicle bone.

"Please..." She pleaded.

His sweet kisses were driving her to sweet agony.

"Forget the Knight, Princess Beatrice and be mine. All mine..."