It felt as though she'd just closed her eyes when a banging on her door startled her half-awake. Surely, it could only be her publicist checking on the progress of the latest book, or her lackey-boyfriend. That Summers-guy really needed to grow a spine.. Its not healthy to do the bidding of a woman like Jean Grey, publicist or not. With her eyes still half-closed, she slid out of her bed, feet landing in slippers she didn't remember putting out the night before. Things seemed to slip Marie's brain a little lately, exhaustion and those pills the doctor prescribed were what was to blame, she had decided. Opening the door, she raised an eyebrow, hand on hip, slowly opening her eyes with annoyance to look at…. Clothes? This wasn't right, they weren't even hers. Beautiful gowns of all shapes and fashions of every colour ever invented… beautiful deep maroons, sunshine yellows, hunter greens…

She turned, confused, taking in the large room behind her with a surprised gasp… Maybe she'd been kidnapped? Yes… she'd been kidnapped and taken to a mansion somewhere… with hundreds of beautiful dresses and a massive four-poster bed with windows down one entire side of the room… She jumped back a foot as the door barged open and a white-haired woman was almost pushed backwards into the room by two men.

"Ah, Princess, You are awake…" The shorter of the two men started, his silver hair flashing in the slivers of sunlight filtering through the windows. "Your… Maid here told me you were ill, I simply had to come and see for mys…"

"Are you alright Alyss?" As they had come bursting into the room, she'd jumped back into the closet, pulling a spare blanket from inside to wrap around herself. No strange people got to see her in her night-shirt… which was infact an oversized black shit with "Director" in white across the right breast. She'd barely noticed that the white floaty lace thing, was not her t-shirt. She hadn't looked up until now, concentrating on holding the blanket so as little skin as possible showed, an old childhood security habit… but there was something in his voice, something so familiar that made her look up. Her gaze rose slowly to meet his brown eyes, the pupils tinted slightly red. The eyes, the hair, even the half-smirk and the way he stood so casually and yet insolent at the same time.
"Remy?" She breathed softly, forgetting the prescence of the others already. Not letting go of her new found security blanket, she dashed across the room and rested her head against his chest. "Oh mah god, Ah'm so happy ta see ya! Ah woke up an Ah was here! Ah don't know how Ah got here…and Ah had the weirdest dream…" That was all she could recall about her dream of last night, that it had been strange, some swirling colours was the only thing that came to mind. There was an image behind the colours, she was sure, but seeing it was a task quite beyond her reach today, and not in her list of priorities.

Frowning slightly, she looked upto him, confused. His arms hadn't closed around her like they usually would, he was just standing there, smirking at… Oh yes, the others.

"I am sorry, gentlemen, but you will have to leave. As I told you, the Princess is not yet dressed and such and intrustion into her private rooms could be looked upon badly by the King, especially before the wedding…" The white haired woman finished, separating Marie from Remy, and ushering both of the guys out with a bustle of her hands.

"Now that was wholly unacceptable!" She snapped at her once the door was closed. "What on earth do you think you're doing? Are you trying to ruin your marriage before it starts Princess?"

"P… Princess?"

"Don't play games with me Alyss, not today. I do not have the time nor patience for it." The woman's hands were on her hips, the white dress accentuating the dark coffee colour of her skin.

"Storm?"

"Alyss, I've told you already, I don't care for the nicknames of people in that fanciful book you're writing…"

"Mah name's not Alyss… Its … Book?" She frowned, looking towards the writing desk by the window. "Im writing a book?"

"Just get dressed Alyss, The deep green today, and then your Father would like to see you in his study."

"Yes Ororo." She replied, moving towards the book slowly, almost afraid it might bite. "AhI'll be right down."

"You'd better be… Now Im going to go and make sure that Lord Jason understands that you are not feeling well and that the wedding is still on."

As the woman left, Marie's fingers touched the hard wooden cover of the book 'she' was writing. Opening it to the first page, where hers read "The Fall of Berlarion by Marie Darkholme", this read "The Rogue, by Princess Alyss of Aliera".

"Oh mah God…" She whispered. "Ahm in mah book…"

Flipping open the book of the Princess Alyss, she flicked through the pages, scanning paragraphs quickly, the last phrase catching her eye.

And, as Marie's head touched the pillow, she fell asleep, the kisses, the good times, and the loneliness once more fresh in her mind, as well as her dreams.

"Oh mah god…" She almost fell backwards, away from the book. "Ah… God…" She struggled to form a coherent sentence. "Ah was writing her, and she was writing meh…"

She moved back to the book, watching horrified as words appeared in it, as if by magic.

Waking with a start, Marie climbed out from between the pale cream sheets, barely noticing the feel of the silk against her skin. Walking over to her door, she pulled it open, expected to find the handsome Scott Summers on another errand from her evil publicist Jean, instead finding herself faced with hundreds of gowns of different colours and styles. As she turned from the closet, she noticed the differences in the room, something vaguely familiar that she couldn't quite pinpoint about it bothering her, until the door opposite her flew open. Eyes wide, she ran back to the bed, pulling the sheets around her to cover all the exposed flesh from the visitors. The first two were men, the third a white-haired young woman, ordering them out.

"Ah, Princess, You are awake…Your… Maid here told me you were ill, I simply had to come and see for mys…" Maid? Now Marie was confused, she didn't have a maid, much less one that looked distinctly like…

"Are you alright Alyss?" The second voice broke through her thoughts and her attention shifted to the other guy… Taller, darker and infinitely more handsome than the silver-haired one.

"Remy?" She dashed across the room and rested her head against his chest. "Oh mah god, Ah'm so happy ta see ya! Ah woke up an Ah was here! Ah don't know how Ah got here…and Ah had the weirdest dream…" She vaguely recalled some dream with swirling colours from the night before…

Marie moved back, slamming the book shut as it continued to write that mornings events.

"Ah'm… living mah own story? Writing mah own story?" Was she writing it, or just an actress with no will of her own in this little play?