Later that night, I phased into Grey's dream wearing a medieval-looking nightgown while a servant led me down a dimly lit hallway.
"Your husband is awaiting you in your chambers," she spoke softly. I couldn't help but smirk. My husband, huh?
"He requested you come immediately," she continued. "He says you and him have some important things to discuss." I followed her down the hall until we finally arrived at a heavy, wooden door. Guards pushed the door open for her, and she bowed in front of Grey. He faced us, and his low white v-shirt exposed the muscles underneath. My eyes lingered as he commanded the female, "Leave us."
She bustled out as the doors groaned and shut behind us.
I smiled slyly at Grey. "So, you're my husband now?"
"Maybe," he said. He put the piece of paper he was holding down and approached me slowly. "How do you feel being my wife?"
I traced my hand across the exposed part of his chest. "As long as I'm a Queen and not some concubine maid."
He laughed and then pulled his shirt off.
"Oh, look, Abs," I said.
"You are so goofy."
I hugged him tightly and pressed my ear into his chest. "And you are so warm."
His arms wrapped underneath my butt and lifted me off the ground. I gasped, surprised. He carried me over to the bed and softly dropped me down.
"It's warmer in bed," he said. He stretched out next to me. I faced him and traced lines across his chest.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, amused.
"You have no idea," I said. He kissed me slowly as I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands roamed my body, sliding down my legs and then up my back. Finally, he kissed my cheeks up to my ear and nibbled. I sucked in a breath and trembled, earning a chuckle from him.
His face was hot as was mine when his lips captured mine again. He was about to deepen the kiss when there was a knock on the door.
He pulled away and asked, "Who is it?"
"Sire, you haven't forgotten, have you?" a muffled voice said from the other side of the door.
"Uh..." he looked at me, confused. "Forgotten what?"
"The enemy is approaching the outskirts of the walls!" the voice said urgently.
"Oh, crap!" Grey muttered. "That was the whole point of the dream. You distracted me."
He jumped up and pulled me with him. "Are you ready?"
I took a deep breath to compose myself. "Yeah, sure. Who are we fighting?"
"The rival King. He's come to steal you from me." He smirked. "But we won't be letting that happen."
"I love how I'm the damsel, but I'll also be fighting alongside the battle."
"You think I'd let you sit back and be helpless? Are you a joke to yourself?"
"I hate you," I teased.
Grey began dressing for battle. I followed suit until I realized I had to change out of my gown. He zipped up his boots and then looked at me.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked.
"I have to change."
He paused and looked me up and down. "Oh... okay. I'm going to go with the guards. Meet me at the front gates." He lingered for a second before quickly making his way to the door. I let out the breath I was holding as the doors closed behind him and got undressed as the voices receded down the hall. As I changed, the quiet around me intensified; I could hear my ears ringing. I pulled the armor across my body and fastened it tightly.
I grunted as I pushed open the heavy door, only for a man with long, black wavy hair to be outside of them with his arms crossed. He wore a smug grin as he regarded my outfit.
"The Queen goes out for battle as well?" he asked, pushing himself off the wall. He began to circle me. "You marry him instead of me, the one person who would've put you out of harm's way?"
He reached for my arm, and I ducked away from him. He looked amused as he grabbed my arm roughly. Then, within centimeters of my face, he whispered, "What are you afraid of, love?"
"Let me go," I snapped.
"You will be my Queen, darling," he hissed. "You have no other choice in the matter." He wrapped a rope around my wrists in a flash and fastened a tight knot. Then he hoisted me over his shoulders.
"Put me down!" I shouted.
"Sir, the King, is downstairs waiting for her," I heard a voice say.
"Then we'll escape through the roof," he said.
"Grey!" I shouted. "Help me!" My voice echoed down the halls and the stairway.
"Gag her!" he hissed. Immediately, the man shoved a gag into my mouth and threw a cloth bag over my head. Next, they tied my feet together, although I kicked and fought against them.
"That's better," he said. I couldn't see where they were taking me. I was carried upstairs to the roof, which was hit by warm, humid air. They stopped short as Grey's voice came from before us, saying, "Where do you think you're going with my wife?"
Finally!
"You took this wench from me," the king growled; my stomach flooded with the vibrations of his voice. "I'm only taking back what's rightfully mine."
"Put her down," Grey said, his voice calm. "I don't want to have to hurt you." He removed me from his shoulder and placed me down on the ground. Immediately I felt the sharp end of a sword or dagger placed against my throat.
"If I can't have her, no one can," he growled. I expected to feel the impact and wake up, but the man let out a surprised yelp, and the blade was off my neck. The bag was pulled off my head, and Grey stood with it in his hands, beaming.
"I'm legit your knight in shining armor," he said. I rolled my eyes playfully. He removes the gag from my mouth and cuts open the ropes.
"Where did he go?" I asked. "And all the men with him?"
"I just dreamt up a hole in the ground," Grey said, voice thick with laughter. "They're good, though. They're probably finding a way back up here or to the battlefield." He turns and picks up a bow and a quiver full of arrows. "Are you ready to fight?"
"Definitely."
"All righty, then," he said. He whistled, and out of nowhere, two big birds flew down from the sky. They looked like giant hawks and slightly startled me.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of birds," Grey said as they landed. He pet his giant hawk's face.
"I'm afraid when I don't expect them," I said. The giant bird nestled its beak in my hands, and I rubbed the smooth material. I went around it and saw a saddle already attached to its back. I hopped on, and we flew up into the sky. Using my bow, I aimed at the people below, fighting against each other. Then, spotting an enemy as we swooped in close, I aimed and fired.
I felt like I was in Narnia. This was by far the best dream ever.
***
The made-up king was defeated and sent home with his tail between his legs. He looked back at me, but I nodded at him in the direction he needed to keep walking in. The made-up people on our side began to cheer and then gradually walked back into the city's walls. Our hawks flew up in the sky while we stood on the battlefield with grins.
"That was so much fun," Grey said.
"I think that's the coolest dream we've ever had together," I said.
"Nah, I don't think so," he said. He took my hand and led me back to the gate, our guards following us.
"No? What's the best dream we've had, in your opinion?" I asked.
"I liked the dream where we were in the ocean with all the pretty lights," he said. My heart warmed as the gates closed behind us.
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Little Sweet Dreamer - Wattys Edition
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