I.
Last night as I was sleeping, my dreams were of the memories of the day that had barely ended. A maiden, Rosmerta, crossed my mind yet again. The light from the lamp post dancing on her long and wild dark blonde hair like the strands had captured stars within their tangles.
I knew my father would never allow interaction between myself and the maiden, for she was obviously of a lower stature: her father was often seen running errands for some of his father's cousins. She never dressed in the classy dresses he was accustomed to ladies wearing, and her hair was not the styled perfection that was common among the maidens of his class.
II.
Last night as I was sleeping, I remembered the jealousy that had raged through me as I caught a glimpse of a young man talking to Miss Rosmerta. I relived the rage I felt as I watched her laugh a laugh that was not caused by my own words.
I remembered the promise I had made in haste to speak to her, despite the outrage that would be caused by someone seeing such an action. It would not be taken well, that I knew, but it was something I desired even knowing the punishment that would follow should my father find out.
In that moment nothing but the thought of meeting her was important and, even now, the consequences seemed less significant. I knew I was already betrothed, to a beautiful lady in her own regard, but it was the wildness within Miss Rosmerta that attracted me to her.
III.
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt of the white walls of Gringotts and her standing at the top of the stairs, glancing around in wonder. I dreamt of casually sliding out of my carriage, and asking her if I she were lost.
I dreamt of the wonder in her eyes as she turned to face me, and believed, for a moment, that she had fallen for me upon sight. I know not what I would do for, as dreams are, they show only a perfected world of out imaginations.
A reality we truly wish for with everything that is true. How I wish for it to be true, for everything to be as simple and perfect as my dream.
IV.
Last night as I was sleeping, the smile I had been wearing never left my face.
I had finally met her, as my dream had indicated, outside Gringotts. She was accompanied by her father for reasons unknown. My father had some business with her father and had stopped him at the entrance of the building, allowing me a chance at conversing with the lady who had caught my eye.
The conversation was pleasant and light, laughter flowed easily between us appeasing my previous jealousy. Her laughter was, as I had remembered it, utterly enchanting, if not more so when it was directed at me.
I would have liked to spend the entire afternoon speaking with Miss Rosmerta, however, the little time was enough.
For now.
Written for Rubik's Cube Challenge: Victorian!AU
Written for The Game of Life Challenge: Gringotts; lamp post; Lucius/Rosmerta
Written for The Battleship Challenge: Last Night As I Was Sleeping, by Antonio Machado
Written for Astronomy Assignment 4: write a story involving dreams