Prince Rivers’ pov
I don't dream.
But tonight was different.
There was laughter so gentle and light, like little bells chiming far away. And there were cheeks, cheeks so soft, like touching clouds with my fingertips. I caressed her hair. They were grainy and long.
I gazed ahead to see a mirror in front of me. Urgh! I always hated mirrors. They always made me look like a maniac, trying to understand the world around me.
Suddenly, I tightened my hands on her hair, and a sharp pain shot through me. I yelled, thinking she was the one hurting me. But it was all so confusing. it was like everything was twisted and mixed up. I didn't want to hurt her, but it felt like she was the enemy, the one causing me pain. And as I struggled to make sense of it all, I couldn't help but see glimpses of
