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Author's Note: Just a little one-shot… Please Review!
"Dastan!" I wake up screaming, panting for breath. My heart feels as if it is going to jump out of my chest. A few tears slip from my eyes, and I roughly wipe them away. The princess of Alamut does not cry.
The nightmares have been getting steadily worse, ever since that horrid man walked into my life, smirking and looking for all the world as if he knows my darkest secrets.
Every day has been torture. He teases me endlessly, but then defends me constantly. He looks at me as if I am something special and precious, and I have to look away. There is heartbreak in his eyes too - the way his eyes light up when I walk in a room, almost as if he were afraid I'd disappeared during the short time we were apart. And sometimes, when he touches my hand before I snatch it away, his fingers tighten like he is a drowning man, and I the only one who can save him. When that happens, I give him my hand back, and he clutches it desperately, and I see his thanks in his eyes.
Now, shivering in my bed, I sit up, pulling the covers around me. My fiancé is in a room down the hall, and for some reason I feel a desperate need to be near him.
Standing up, I wrap my robe around me and slip into the corridor. The darkness is eerie and I can't stop my shudder. Finally, standing in front of his door, I knock timidly. He comes out, and looks down at me, confused. "Tamina? Are you all right?"
I still can't talk, so I just shake my head. He takes my hand and we walk to the sitting room at the end of the hall. He lights a candle and sits with me on the couch.
"Nightmares?" he whispers, reaching out and touching my face. I nod and raise up my arms. He smiles and gently lifts me up, and I can't help but think the horrid prince Dastan might not be so bad after all.