And, as Alyx's head touched the pillow, she fell asleep, the kiss still fresh on her mind, as well as in her dreams.
Marie glanced critically at the last line, and pulled a face. God only knew why she tortured herself like this. She'd sit, and write these Romantic Stories, someone would publish them, and she'd hate herself for writing yet another, because every time she did, it reminded her of that point in her life, that one time, when she'd been in Love.
She remembered that time when she'd go to sleep with someone's kiss fresh in her mind, and on her lips, back when she'd been happy, before he betrayed her.
As she set the pen down, and switched off the light, she sighed, fresh tears glistening in her eyes. This always seemed to happen... and this place looked so empty without Him there as well...
She couldn't help but wishing, once more, that it had never happened, that he'd never left her.
And, as Marie's head touched the pillow, she fell asleep, the kisses, the good times, and the loneliness once more fresh in her mind, as well as her dreams.
Alyx glared at the last line. It never seemed to come out right, like it was in her mind. She'd sit and try to write these wonderfully romantic stories, and all she could come up with was Angst. And Marie? Where had THAT name come from? She hated it. Oh well.
Perhaps it was because she hadn't been in love yet... mind you, all that would change in two days, on her Birthday. She'd be in love then, with the person her Father chose for her to marry, and she couldn't wait.
As she set the quill down, and blew out the candle, she couldn't help but hope it was Lord Jason... He was always so nice to her, and he was ever so good looking... even though he spent more time in front of a mirror than any lady in the kingdom.
As she slid between her silk sheets, she smiled. It was good to be the King's daughter sometimes.
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As Marie slept, she dreamt of the Princess Alyx, and of her perfect life... Alyx had two men questing for her heart – the Silver-haired Lord Jason, and his Brother, the much darker, more dangerous Lord Remy. She hadn't been able to help herself. Once more she'd written him into her work, just the way he was – mysterious, dangerous, unreliable, charming, handsome...
She'd give anything to have him back. It was about now she realised there was a problem with the way she'd written the Princess. Alyx was blonde, and that just would not do. Belladonna was blonde...
While Marie lay there dreaming of Alyx's life, Alyx lay there dreaming of Marie's life... She'd loved... She had friends who cared about her... She wasn't expected anything of – she could do what she wanted, when she wanted...
She could choose her own husband.
There was only one thing wrong with the way she'd written Marie... Her hair. It would be so much better if it were blonde, like hers. The colour of the sun. And it wouldn't do her any harm to be nicer to people once in a while, like she was...
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A/N: Yeah, I'm back baby! Heh, I'm going to try and finish this one, as I really like it... and yes, it may seem a little confusing now...
The bits in italics are the bits of each girl's story.