Royal Care

by peachel

As requested by tumblr anon, a Dragozera fanfic. I took this opportunity to provide a social service. People tend to think that males' jobs are to protect women, be soldierly and never show vulnerable emotions. The amount of people that agree make me want to throw something. Men have emotions like everybody else and that does not make any less manly.

2. Chapter 2

We were in the place where Christian and I fell in love: the attic of St. Vladimir's church. I added a few changes to th dream though. For one, there wasn't dust. There was also a stereo resting against the wall.

Christian seemed surprised to see me. "Why the visit?"

I shrugged. "I missed you," I said with a smile.

He laughed. "So what's with the stereo?"

"I wanna go dancing." And with a press of a button, Frank Sinatra's "If I Had You" came on.

With a huge grin on his face, he stepped closer to me and grabbed my hand. He place his other hand on my hip, bring our bodies closer together. With my free hand on his shoulder, we started slow dancing. Our faces were so close together. I looked into those lovely blue eyes and I swear I saw so much love in them.

He spun me around then. I rested my head on his shoulder for the remainder of the song.

When the song ended, Billy Idol's "Dancing with Myself" immeidietly came on. We looked at each other and broke into laughter. We took each others' hands and started dancing around like idiots.

If we danced like this anywhere else, the press would never let us live it down. I could imagine the headlines: "Queen Dragomir and Boyfriend, Christian Ozera: Wild Party Animals" followed by nonsense of how I'm an unfit queen and he would make an awful king. Blah, blah, blah. But in these dreams it was just me and Christian, free from judging eyes; free to dance around like idiots.