His shaggy blond hair ruffled by the wind making the cuts in his face more visible. His battle armour was bloody and in great need of repair. He took my hand in his and made me look into his piercing sapphire eyes. He leaned closer, as I tried to memorize his face, never wanting to let go. I wrapped my arms around him and leant closer as our noses brushed against each other.

RIIIIING!

Aw crap, not again. I said and rolled out of bed, leaving Mr Perfect in dreamland. Recently I have been having recurring dreams about this man. Who is he? Why is he always in my dreams? Is he even real? I constantly ask myself. Rolling out of bed, I got ready for my classes today.

My name is Erin Dulcina. On the 8th of May 1992 I decided to grace my parents with my presence. I have two twin older sisters Blair and Ciara. They are both married and have found their own princes. I'm just waiting on mine-too bad mine only comes in fantasy form. Blair is 25 and has ebony coloured hair and chocolate brown eyes. Ciara has long dark blue hair and bright blue eyes, she too being 25. They live with their husbands in London so we don't get to see them much. My parents, Keave and Alistair, also have dark eyes and hair, making my blonde hair and green eyes the odd one out in my family. They live in Killarny, the outskirts of Ireland, so I too only get to see them on special occasions. As long as i have known my parents have lived in th cottage. So have my grandparents and my great grandparents...so on and so forth. I am a sociology major at University of Ireland. I live in a one bedroom flat near the university.

Every morning I wake up really late and just about make it in time for the first bell. It was been getting worse with these dreams haunting me every night. I grabbed an apple and rushed out the front door. Pulling on my green jumper and converse I slung my backpack over my shoulders and made my way through to the lecture lounge. I sneaked in the back hoping to not get caught by Professor Lang. "Late again, Miss Dulcina. Let's not make this a habit." He said as I grabbed the first available seat I could find. My cheeks lightly blushed as I began taking notes, hiding in the background. The bell finally rang and we were allowed to leave. I left the room with the rest of the horde of students and made my way to my favourite little bakery in town.

I walked along the stone paved lane to the small store. It was one of the oldest stores in the entire town. I pushed the wooden door open.

"It's time. We can't wait anymore. High King Peter needs her" said the little old lady from behind the till to her daughter.

"Fine. It is up to us to fulfil his majesty's wishes." She said.

"Can I have a coffee and a slice of your carrot cake please" I said. They immediately ceased talking. The old lady said "it's free of charge".

"No really its fine I can pay" I answered. Not wanting to take away any business from the kind lady.

"No I insist." She said. Something fell out of her daughters sleeve and into my coffee as she put it on my table. "I think you dropped something" I said.

"No I didn't" she replied and gave me small smile. She made an odd gesture with her head, almost as if she were bowing to me. Feeling very confused, I took a bite out of my cake and sipped my coffee. The smooth dark drink flowed down my throat. It felt heavenly. Before I knew it I was feeling very sleepy and my eyes fluttered shut making me oblivious to the world.