A/N: This was written for reasons. The title and some of the story (Namely the phrases before many of the dreams) come from the song "A Woman Like You" by Bert Jansch and The Pentangle. I also will reference some liteary works I'm fond of and throw in other song title references, because I'm a huge dork. I don't know. It starts out rather slow and there is very little dialogue at first, but god willing I will get there.
I do not own these characters nor do I own these lyrics. Hopefully this story isn't too dreadful.
This includes the pairing of SofiaxCedric. I know that the ship is iffy to some people, but in my story, which takes 13 years after the events of show, Sofia is now 21 and Cedric is like Twenty years older or something, so it's slightly AU. I'll give the guy a break and knock like 6 or 7 years off his age. It's probably going to stay at a K+ rating, maybe T, but that's it.

So yeah, enjoy I guess

"L, for the Long grass to Catch you in."

She stood in the long grass as the wind blew all around her, billowing her skirts, and tossing her curls about. She wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm, scanning the area with her large blue eyes. Then she spotted a figure walking toward her. As it came closer a wide smile broke across the girl's face. The sun obscured his face, but she recognized his tall, slender frame. He gradually came closer until they were face to face, he opened his arms to embrace her. She was about to oblige, until a wicked idea crossed her mind, she smiled mischievously and with a peal of laughter pushed by him and began to run. "Gotta catch me first!" she cried in a singsong voice as she leaped and pranced across the field, as though she were a high stepping pony. She glanced back and saw his face change, he looked momentarily shocked, but then a devilish smile came to his lips and he happily began his pursuit. She ran, and ran laughing and laughing til she was forced to stop and catch her breath. She felt long arms wrap tightly around her and a voice whisper softly: "Caught you, Princess." He spun her around and she gazed up into warm brown eyes that looked at her with such tenderness. She closed her own and waited with baited breath as he leaned down to kiss her…

Sofia awoke with a start. No external force had caused it but even as she lay back down on her pillow, squeezing her eyes shut, and willing herself to return to her dream and her lovers arms she found herself utterly awake and unable to return to the sweet land of slumber. She sighed and slowly got out of her bed. It would, after all only be a short matter of time before Baileywick, the head Steward or one of the maids came in to inform her of breakfast.

Making her way over to her vanity, looking in the mirror as she pulled a comb through her brown locks. She studied her reflection, smiling, she had certainly changed over the course of her 13 years in the royal palace, her once red hair had darkened considerably as she'd left behind adolescence and she now bore an even greater resemblance to her mother. She had grown, that was evident. She was no longer the precocious child who had dubbed herself "Sofia the first" she wondered if he had noticed it at all. "Oh, Cedric!" she sighed to herself as she thought of the Sorcerer who had so long ago stolen her heart. She had had dreams of him before, dozens and dozens of times, but never quite like that. She had still felt his arms around her when she'd awoken, she almost swore it was real. But how could it have been?

She went to her closet and pulled out a simple gown in shades of plum, smiling slightly as she thought of how it matched the robes that the Royal Sorcerer wore. Without waiting for assistance from one of the maids and with only a little difficulty she was dressed. She smiled at her reflection once again. She would speak to Cedric about her dream later this afternoon when she came to his tower for her lessons, she resolved! Her smile faltered slightly. Well, perhaps she wouldn't tell him any of the particulars, after all he didn't exactly need to know that his apprentice was madly in love with him and had dreamed that he had chased her through a field before kissing her passionately. Well, he most assuredly would have, If she hadn't awoken.

The smile faded completely. She wouldn't say a word, she knew she wouldn't. She couldn't bring herself to disrupt the dynamic of something that meant so much to her. Just like the powers of her Amulet, her love for Cedric would remain a closely guarded secret. She was not ashamed, but she didn't think anyone within her circle would understand and she was terrified of chasing him away, for although she was fairly certain that he did possess a fondness for her, his grumpy exterior and his penchant for sarcasm sometimes left her wondering if he enjoyed her company or was simply performing his duty as Royal Sorcerer and as her Teacher.

The thought depressed her even more. He cared for her! Of course he did! He had to. They were friends! He had told her when she was 13 years old that she was his only friend and the bond they had shared had only intensified from there. And as Sofia grew she became more and more interested in magic and proven to be a very promising Sorceress, he had taken her on as his apprentice."He does care." she whispered. She needed to stop, she was only torturing herself. When did she get like this? She wondered. She hadn't felt this unsure about something since she was 8 years old and had worried she wouldn't be able to be real princess. She glanced at the Amulet that still hung around her neck. "I could really use some advice." she said to it, hoping some Princess would appear to give her advice on what they would have done in a matter like this, but nothing happened.

"Princess Sofia?!" Ah, there was Baileywick, right on time as usual.

"Good morning, Baileywick." Sofia said smiling fondly at him. The old steward returned her smile.
"I see you're already up and dressed! Excellent! I came to inform you that the Royal Breakfast will begin in a half hour."
"Thank you, Baileywick. I'll be down shortly."
"Very good, Princess!" and with that he was off.

Sofia glanced at her reflection one last time and fought the urge to sigh once more. Perhaps, she would go see Cedric now. She had time and maybe he could help steady her nerves or at least put an end to these dreadful butterflies that were now situated in her chest.
She walked out the door, still silently debating with herself.