Am I dreaming?

The song I used for this is Green Grass- live in Fingringhoe Wick by Cosmo Sheldrake 

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He was standing in the middle of a field, the grass reached up to his fingertips. To his left, there seemed to be a cliff- a straight drop-off into what he thought was the ocean from the sounds of the waves. To his right, there was a forest maybe three-hundred meters away, not a far run for him. 

'Arilin?' He called in his mind for his binding-partner, but there was no reply. He started to get nervous, he was never nervous. As the Crowned Prince, he always kept his cool, even if he might be faced with war and death. But this was different, he didn't understand what was going on. Where was Arilin?

Then, not far from him, maybe 10 meters he could see the outline of a woman. She had tanned skin, seemingly from working under the sun. What woman worked under the sun? And she had muscles, not big but from work, not like the skinny arms of the women in the castle and the nobles. Why was she here? Did she bring him here? She was wearing a light grey dress, her wavy long black hair was down, it looked soft. He took a step towards her to ask her, but found himself rooted to the ground. Looking back at the woman, he tried calling out but found he didn't have a voice. The woman was swaying slightly, and when the wind died down and he tried to listen, she was singing. 

"Lay your head where my heart used to be, hold the earth above me, lay down on the green grass, remember when you loved me" She sang out, it seem to calms the winds, and he felt better listening to her sing. She had a soft voice, it was perfect for singing. The sounds of the birds seemed to create a perfect chorus for the song. 

"Don't say goodbye to me, describe the skies to me and when the sky falls, mark my words, we'll catch a mocking bird." She sang the last line, turning her shoulders to look back at him. She stared back at him with the brightest blue eyes he's ever seen. Even brighter than the ice-binders that he's seen. 

Then like that, his eyes shot open. Looking around his room, it was still dark, there wasn't a cloud in the night sky. Who was she? Sitting up, he rubbed his head. Maybe it was just a weird dream. His bed was big enough to fit three more people on either side of him, white sheets and blankets made his golden short hair dim in the moonlight. His eyes were inky black, matching with his binding-partner, Arilin. Arilin was a Shadowfox. Exactly what it sounds like, it was a fox, three times as big as a normal fox, more like a horse, but it was pitch black, the only thing that could be seen about it in the dark was it's red eyes when they opened. But Arilin was fast asleep in the bed made for him. 

This room was just as magnificent as the bed. It was huge, maybe the size of a whole house from a village. It had two giant pillars from the side, and inside the room there were normal things, a closet- a wardrobe for his clothes. A desk to do work from, and more extra stuff on the side.

Laying back down, he ran his hands through his straw colored hair. Maybe he was just stressing himself out. The Ball was in a couple days. He's been having this dream for a couple days. Maybe when this ball was over the dreams would stop, to really get some rest. But he still was curious who the woman was, she had to be real, she looked too real to be fake.