Medieval Princess

He was haunted by dreams, or rather the same dream came to him every night without a break. Each time in the morning, Andrew had more and more new details, given that the dream began the same way and ended at the same moment when his soul, mind and body wanted to continue.

‘A young man was running down the corridor behind a laughing girl in a long light dress, everything inside him was bubbling with anticipation, overwhelming happiness, love and tenderness. He caught up with her at the door to the room and picked her up in his arms, she trustingly took him by the neck, continuing to laugh contagious. They were barefoot, and ran down the corridor of their own house. Both of them were very happy in this dream…’  

Since Katya's last birthday, she began to see this exciting and disturbing dream, that always began and ended the same way.

‘The girl was running, or rather fleeing away. She could clearly feel the pursuer behind her, and her heart was pounding frantically. The stone was unpleasantly cold on her feet: she was barefoot, so as not to make too much noise she carried her shoes in her hands. Her path lay through the tangled, dark streets in the night, fortunately, the road was well known to the girl...’  

 Now, in this unusual state, she saw everything as if from the outside and, at the same time, she herself was this girl.

‘She laughed like a madwoman at his words. Unable to stand her laughter, this arrogant man grabbed the girl by the shoulders and began to shake: “No one, do you hear, no one is allowed to taunt Jacques Colbert! My word is legitimate and final, and you, and you…”