15: Dorin
Sixine! I wake up with a jolt. What is this strange feeling? In my sleep, I dreamed of her voice. At first soft and enveloping, almost as comforting as a melody played on the piano. Then I had the feeling that she was brushing against me, that her silver eyes were penetrating me. Eyes wide open in the total darkness of my room, I can still see her pupils where apprehension and doubt danced. It wasn’t a call of convenience, she was asking for my help! Was it just a dream? Or was she begging me to help her? Would she already be in love with me? I jump out of bed and sneak into the shower. She thinks of me! The bewitching image of my beauty begging my presence before my eyes, I dress mechanically and leave my suite to join the large hall. The sun has set, and it is customary to introduc
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