Kairi always thought that princesses dreamed of princes. In their sleep, always calm, they would see images of men destined to rescue them, and would wake to bluebirds and bumblebees singing at their windows.

Kairi never dreamed of princes. She lived on restless sleep.

Yet, she once dreamed instead of royal hair -- at first she thought Riku? but then the hair was too short, too blue, the figure too feminine -- she dreamed of a mage, of a Keyblade knight, of chivalry years dead. Regality, elegance, deadliness.

Loyalty.

Kairi always slept peacefully when she dreamed of that lady knight.