Book3:WereMyDreamIs

sorderandchaosbelowitwasasifthestringoftheneckcehadbrokenandthepearlswerescatteredalroundtheholychureofthebeautiesweregaloud,someweresobbingbrokeedly,othersraisedtheirheadslookingwithtearfuleyesatKingDimitriasheflewtowardsthewindowofthehighvaultedceiling.Heraisedhisvoidsaid,

    “Mybelovedbeauties,Ithankyouallforyourloveandaffe.As,Iotbutdisappointyou.IwillrepeatagainthewordsIhaveoftentoldyou‘Everyonehasanundeniablerighttoseekheroiness.Yourhappinessisinyournearfuture.Itisjustwithinyourreach.Iwishonlythebestforyouall.Perhapsiurewewilgainhaveaeet.Mydearbelovedbeauties,adieu.”DeannaquiedherpadsheandDimitriflewintotheblueskies.

    KingDimitri’smindwasasblueastheblueskies.TheeversensitiveImagin