Even though this is a drabble, I love this piece.

There are spoilers for Bitterblue below. Read at your own discretion; you have been warned.

Disclaimer: All rights to characters and places belong to Kristin Cashore.


Often, Saf would send dreams for her across the mountains.

They were wonderful dreams—visions of summer; the sea; a green, fertile land far away.

As Saf explored his newly discovered Grace, he would endeavor to send Bitterblue more than one successive dream a night, lulling her into a safety only he was capable of providing.

One night, nearly six months to the day Saf had left with the envoy of Dellians, Bitterblue retired and easily fell asleep, a peaceful mood spreading through her.

This dream was of her and Saf.

They were walking along the beach, fingers laced together.

The gold in Saf's ears gleamed in the last bits of sunlight and Bitterblue felt a stirring in her gut as she looked at him, mesmerized by the color of Saf's eyes.

He mouthed words Bitterblue knew and felt, then leaned forward and kissed her, sweet and slow, like the pull of the late afternoon tide.

She touched the sand underneath her, the coarse texture sliding against her legs as she and Saf entered into their own world.

It was so blissful, Bitterblue didn't want to leave it.