When Lucien opened his eyes, he knew he was asleep.
Perhaps that was an odd thing to know, but accurate in his case. He was deeply, irreversibly asleep.
He looked around, feeling surprisingly peaceful and content. Had he been awake, he would've likely been panicking and raging and all sorts of indignant. But this was not the waking world. It was quiet and calm here, everything moved at a peculiar pace, either slow and sluggish or wild and insane. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't quite make out his surroundings either.
Lucien frowned.
Dreamworld.
The word came to him completely out of the blue. But it seemed to fit perfectly.
Lucien looked around, a considering look in his eyes.
If this was indeed, the Dreamworld...
All at once everything around him morphed and twisted to a recognisable shape and form. Twilight settled in the abyssal void, small islands floated in the endless empty space all around the prince.
...then he should be able to control it.
Lucien smiled in triumph.
Perhaps this curse wouldn't be so bad after all.
'Wait.'
It was the first word he'd said since coming to in the Dreamworld, and the sound was jarring. Lucien felt a slow dread fill his heart.
'I'm... I'm cursed?'