“I am the King,” he said. He stared at Sam and Fletcher. “I know you boys, but how?”
Sam pulled at Fletcher’s arm. “This doesn’t make sense. What’s going on?”
The King frowned. “I remember now. I dreamed of the two of you. When you kissed, I woke up. I felt the kiss. Who are you, red-haired human?”
Before Fletcher could answer, a tall woman walked out of the bedroom. She was as tall as the King and her dark purple dress shimmered and sparkled as she walked. When she was closer, Fletcher could see the sprawling spiral galaxy and two moons pattern of the grey door on her dress. This was the Queen. Like her husband, the Queen wore a gold torc around her neck, and she carried a polished staff made of carved, dark wood, also adorned with a gold crown. Her black hair fell down her back. Her f
