SIGRUN
I was dreaming about his hands when Conny's voice pulled me under.
I surfaced slowly. Morning light was coming through the tent seams.
"Good morning, Yer Highness!" came her chirpy voice.
I sat up. And then, because I was so genuinely, pathetically relieved to see a familiar face, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
Conny froze. Then she giggled like a schoolgirl, palm flying to her cheek. Rita came in behind her, carrying clothes in her arms.
"Hi," I greeted with a megawatt smile.
"Hi?" Rita replied confusedly, like she couldn't understand the word.
She gave me that strange look she'd been giving me ever since I woke up in this world.
Right. I'd forgotten. "Hi" was not yet a thing here.
I had a feeling she already suspected that there was something not quite rig
