Good as Death
That night, Lina had a bizarre dream. She closed her eyes in the bed and dreamt of a man whispering sweet nothings to her. His embrace was warm, his body as firm as a mountain, and the world disappeared around him.
"Marry me, Lina, and the whole world can be damned."
In his arms, Lina heard every promise clearly. She could hear the rustling of the wind, the gentle rainfall that never came but was from her eyes, and the sparkle of the temple behind her. A temple dedicated to the forgotten favored Princess of Teran.
Lina had never witnessed a man as astonishing and glorious as him, he, who shouldered the world. In his arms, she saw his tender emotions that could melt snow and halt Winter. His caress on her skin burned her.
In her dreams, Lina saw a marriage, colored with red and ever so dazzling. The people wore attire not from the modern era, and she faintly recognized it as the past.
At the enchanting wedding ceremony, Lina saw everything.