Chapter 3 – memories of a dream
A/N: sorry for not updating any sooner. You must know I am very busy. This chapter will be short because have heaps of assignments due. I thank all these who have reviewed and I am typing this just for you guys so enjoy until I update again with a longer chapter!
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And now the story starts…………….. .
Riana's mouth turned into a pout as she saw the prince of Kyrria stare at the retreating figure of the girl Lyrin. She was going to give that girl a good thrashing when he left, that was for certain.
Now she walked purposefully towards him concealing her anger with a smile and as she walked towards him, she made her presence known. She slid her hands into his and stiffened when he instinctively pushed her hands away forcefully and turned around, surprise quickly masked into the calm observing face.
"What are you doing here, milord?" She asked coyly.
"It's none of your business." He replied starting to leave.
She bit back her anger and tried again. This man was very annoying. Many men had wanted to engage her attention and yet she rejected them all and left their heart broken. Now, she was giving attention to a man who could not care less if she was here or not and she found that very insulting.
She followed him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm and she could not tell if he was annoyed at her or not. She walked with him and lowered her head to appear to be shy.
She smiled her most winsome yet shy smile at him as she hesitantly asked "Prince Tal, you wouldn't mind for a dance would you?"
She looked up at the prince expecting a reply.
His head turned towards the place where Lyrin left as they turned the corner to go back to the hall and she mistook this action thinking that he was turning to look at her.
She lowered her head.
No answer.
Still no answer.
She couldn't take it anymore and looked up at him.
She studied the calm and puzzled expression on his face.
Why wasn't he answering her?
Then it struck her.
He was thinking about that girl Lyrin.
She repeated her question a little louder than before, hoping that he could hear her.
However, the prince still did not answer and was walking ahead lost in his own thoughts.
This time, Riana could not hide her anger.
She shouted at him. "HAVE YOU EVEN BOTHERED TO PAY ATTENTION TO ME AT ALL? OR ARE YOU STILL THINKING ABOUT THAT GIRL LYRIN?"
The prince jolted out of the trance at the mention of Lyrin's name.
"What about Lyrin?" he asked unaware of the fact that Riana looked very angry and annoyed and was on the verge of stamping on his foot.
Riana shot him a death glare as she ran out of the garden towards the guest room. Lyrin was in for big trouble. She seethed inwardly with anger as she entered the hall and once more plastered a smile onto her face.
That night, Lyrin tossed and turned in her quarter, deep in thought about the incident. Could he really be my brother? She asked herself. She was lonely and never had a single person to care for her until she met Tarilne. She thought Tarilne to be her whole family until the incident. Could it really be that I have a family somewhere?
She could hardly believe her ears when she heard the prince tell her she was the long lost princess of Kyrria. Was it true? Well she would soon find out tomorrow morning when she questions him further … or that is the next time she see him.
It agonized her that Riana had to appear at the crucial moment when the truth was about to be released.
As she wondered about this she drifted into sleep.
. . . . . . . . In her dreams . . . . . . . .
A garden. She was stumbling on the grass in a huge garden. Flowers were lining the walls and they smelt really nice. Most of the flowers were in bloom. It was spring. The sun was shining. It was warm and the air smelt of grass and flowers.
She realized she was holding someone's hand. It was a boy not much older than her. He was holding her hand protectively and was guiding her slowly and gently down the huge steps that led into the garden.
Many people were there dressed in pretty clothes. They reached the garden.
She can see her mama and papa smiling, calling for her to come.
Her brother let go of her hand and let her walk by herself towards their parents as he trailed behind silently.
Then suddenly there was a loud noise. People smiling and laughing stopped with a worried expression.
Then suddenly she was grabbed from behind.
She woke up, panic rised in her chest.
She was in a forest, and she was sore all over.
A man was laughing as he held her tightly by her arms. He shoved her into a cart and she was taken somewhere.
She fell asleep.
Sometime later, she was dropped off by the road, her hands and legs grubby with dirt. She was on the streets walking and she collapsed infront of a large wooden door.
She knew no more.
A person dragged her in and slapped her awake.
The pain in her dream made her start up suddenly. She gulped in fresh air. This was one of her childhood dreams. She had the same dreams many times, always waking up with tears in her eyes at the sudden loss of family, and the sudden loneliness that overwhelmed her.
She could recall the details of her dreams so perfectly… if only it were true. But it was a dream.