Right, I'm trying to give you what you want here, so you give me what I want. I'd like some nice CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM please. I know the story is short and fluffy but you can still give me a nice critique about what you liked and what you didn't and what you think I could improve on/what I should keep doing. Well, we're wrapping this up here. Keeping things sweet and playful, here's the next chapter.

As always, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Much love, Cat.

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Anya was having a terrible or wonderful dream. If one could even call it that. Her mind was providing her with snatches of memories. Or what she assumed were memories. They seemed so foreign, so strange for a penniless orphan to have collected. Yet they seemed so real, so familiar. It was the first time in a long time that the images were so clear, that they were prolonged for even this short period of time. She felt a sense of belonging, of being loved. But just as quickly as the well-dressed people in her dream faded away back into their dream world of glittering jewels and rich autumn colors that feeling disappeared as well.

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Dimitri woke as something collided with his body, his arms instinctively reaching out to wrap around the offending object. He arched his neck back and stretched out his arms, contracting and relaxing the sore muscles of his back. What he wouldn't give for the comforts of a plush, warm featherbed. Once when he had gotten sick they had taken him to an infirmary where he had been allowed to sleep on a proper mattress and a kindly nurse had brought him steaming hot soup daily. It had been a blessing and the closest thing he could remember to being cared for by a parent. He yawned. What the hell had woken him up? He squinted down into the darkness. Anya, his mind groggily answered him.

Sighing heavily he lifted her into his arms and shifted her back to her own bed.Blasted woman, never giving him peace even in her sleep. What he had thought would be the perfect scheme was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth. She had the horrible habit of getting under his skin, provoking him when he was usually cool and collected, enchanting him with her charms in that blue dress when they danced...She was wrong, it was far from a tent, brushing lightly over her legs as she moved, outlining the soft curves of her body, giving him teasing glimpses of what...

Damn it. She started to roll back. Rolling his eyes, he slid into bed with her to stop her from falling out and cracking her head open. She instantly nestled up to him, apparently seeking warmth. Her head was pillowed on his chest,her hand resting on his chest, her body curved trustingly towards his. Allowing himself another sigh, he wrapped an arm protectively over her shouldersand fell asleep, deciding not to dwell on how much he enjoyed the feel of her soft warmth against him and the sweet smell of her hair.

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Anya finally settled into a peaceful sleep. The people, the palace was gone. In their place was a handsome young man reaching his hand out to her and holding her in his arms as they stood on the deck of a ship looking out into the night sky. She couldn't see his face or anything about him really, but she knew that he loved her and with that she drifted off.