Dream

As Jædana Eryandur arrived at the scene, her eyes sparkled with mischief. Being of the same age as Prince Uriel, she was a year younger than Elianora, who in turn was a year younger than Crown Prince Kaidën. Jædana teased Elianora, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Looks like something was cooking here!" she exclaimed, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Elianora's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she protested, "No, no, it's nothing like that." She glanced around nervously, seeking to hide the telltale redness on her cheeks. Jædana chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. "Yes, you don't need to be so shy. He is your future husband and my brother-in-law, so... well, let's go to your house now. Your parents must be waiting for you."

Elianora nodded, still looking a bit flustered. "Hmmm," she murmured, as Jædana led her away.

For the next few days, Crown Prince Kaidën was unable to meet Elianora, as his training had become increasingly rigorous. By the time Elianora received a message to meet her future husband, three long months had passed since their last encounter.

That night, Elianora fell into a deep slumber, her mind consumed by vivid dreams. In her dream, she found herself standing in a lush meadow, surrounded by wildflowers that swayed gently in the breeze. The sky above was a brilliant blue, with only a few wispy clouds scattered across the horizon. Suddenly, Crown Prince Kaidën appeared beside her, his eyes burning with intensity as he took her hand.

Together, they strolled through the meadow, the flowers seeming to part like a golden sea as they walked. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, and the soft chirping of birds could be heard in the distance. As they walked, the scenery shifted, and they found themselves standing on a windswept cliff, overlooking a turbulent sea. The waves crashed against the rocks below, sending spray flying high into the air.

Crown Prince Kaidën turned to Elianora, his eyes blazing with passion. He took her face in his hands, his fingers tracing the curves of her cheeks. Elianora's heart pounded in her chest as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their own private universe.

As the dream reached its crescendo, Elianora felt herself being swept away on a tide of emotion. She was aware of nothing except the sensation of Crown Prince Kaidën's lips on hers, the feel of his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been torn apart, revealing a hidden world of passion and desire.

Elianora awoke with a start, her heart racing, her sheets drenched with sweat. It took her several moments to realize that it had all been just a dream. But the memory of that dream lingered, haunting her like a ghost. Little did she know, their next meeting would bring its own set of challenges and surprises.

***

As Elianora Moonwhisper beheld Crown Prince Kaidën Darkhaven, now 19 years old, she was taken aback by the transformation before her. Gone was the gentle young man she once knew; in his place stood a robust and powerful figure, exuding an aura of strength and confidence that seemed to command the very air around him. His broad shoulders, honed from countless hours of martial training, seemed chiseled from granite, radiating an unyielding determination that inspired awe.

Elianora's surprise gave way to unbridled joy as she sprinted towards Crown Prince Kaidën, flinging her arms around his sturdy torso with an abandon that belied her usual reserve. As she hugged him tightly, she felt an unmistakable change in his physique - the firmness of his muscles, the breadth of his chest, and the unwavering solidity of his stance, all of which seemed to envelop her in an unshakeable sense of security. In comparison, Elianora felt petite, almost fragile, her slender frame enveloped by Crown Prince Kaidën's imposing presence, which seemed to dwarf her very existence.

As Crown Prince Kaidën wrapped his arms around Elianora, she instinctively hid her face in the warmth of his chest, feeling sheltered and protected from the world beyond. The scent of leather and steel wafted up from his armor, mingling with the faint hint of sandalwood that clung to his skin, transporting her to a realm of comfort and tranquility. Crown Prince Kaidën's eyes, burning with an inner fire that seemed to pierce the very soul, locked onto hers, searching for answers to unspoken questions. His voice, low and husky, sent shivers down Elianora's spine as he whispered, "Come with me!"

Elianora's curiosity was piqued, her heart racing with anticipation as her mind conjured up a myriad possibilities. "Where?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching Crown Prince Kaidën's for answers, her very soul hanging in the balance.