Frankie
I’m there again in my dream of old. But this time, I’m not on the battlefield. No, I’m in a hot spring, naked with the man who dies in my arms almost every night. I can also understand what they’re saying, which is a new development.
‘My love,’ I slide my hand to the man’s cheek, softly stroking his beard with my thumb. He smiles, his big, muscled chest heaving as he breathes. Even with the beard and long hair, braided into a style that shows he is a man of great importance in his tribe, I can see that it’s Neil I’m looking at. I’m so obsessed with him that I’ve manifested him into my dreams! ‘This battle will be brutal. I fear something terrible is coming.’
He smiles at me. ‘My Queen, do not worry so much. We are prepared. Nothing will go wrong.’
‘You are the King, Björn Eriks
