AUDREY
My eyes flared open and I faced a roof I recognized as The King's royal bedroom. I blinked twice hoping the illusion would clear from my head, but it was still there. Maybe I was still dreaming. Something else hit me. The fur I lay on was soft, too soft to be mine. I jerked up from the bed and my worst fears were confirmed. I was lying on The King's fur, in his room! I looked around frantically and saw my shambles of belongings heaped at the corner of the room.
What was going on? Was I dead or was I still sleeping and having such weird dreams? How was I in The King's room, lying comfortably on his bed. As I was about to jump down from the bed, the bedroom door flung open and he came in. His eyes stayed on me and I quickly looked down out of respect.
"You are awake," his grave vo
