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Heaven shot her eyes open. She looked around quickly, specially the sofa. Zarin was still sitting there, resting with eyes closed.
So it was all a dream. He had come, but only in her dream. This time she didn't wake up scared. She was curios.
Why did he ask her to remember him?
Did he exist?
That would be terrifying.
Who was he? And what did he want from her?
"Did you sleep well?" Suddenly Zarin stood next to her bed.
Heaven sat up on the bed and adjusted her hair quickly. "Yes. Thanks to you."
"Good, I'll take my leave then."
Heaven gave him a nod, feeling a bit strange that she let him stay in her room at night. It was very inappropriate for a lady to let such a thing happen. People would start talking if they knew.
Zarin left before her handmaidens came to help her get dressed.?This time she wore no dress. It would be trousers because she would fight the famous warrior princess and Zarins mother, Klara.
After dressing and getting her hair braided, she made her way to the castle's backyard. She knew she was early since nobody was there yet. Heaven took her sword and started practicing by herself. Her mother had made her practice from a very young age.
"I don't want you to be like me. I want you to strong, confident and independent." Her mother had told her.
Heaven knew her mother didn't have a good upbringing. She wasn't raised to be strong or independent. She was raised to be frail and submissive. But circumstances taught her to be strong and brave. Besides circumstances, she had her one and only friend Princess Klara to teach her a few things, like swordsmanship and politics. Still, sometimes her mother would join their fighting lessons and learn a few tricks herself.
"Good morning, Princess." It was Princess Klara coming from afar with her daughter and my friend Gina trailing behind.
Heaven had always admired princess Klara and had wanted to be like her. She was a woman who walked with such grace and confidence and had an aura that demanded respect. Not to speak of her beauty, she was a woman who turned heads. Her husband Roshan wasn't any less good looking. He was alluring in his own dark way. You would find yourself drawn to him, yet you would want to keep a distance. But Heaven liked him a lot. He was fun to be around and always full of sarcasm.
"Good morning Princess Klara, good morning Gina." Heaven greeted.
Her friend Gina was very cheerful, unlike her mother and mischievous like her father. She hurried and gave her a tight hug. "We have a lot to talk about" She whispered in Heaven's ear.
Heaven already knew what Gina wanted to talk about. She wanted to know if Heaven had found a man. She would be disappointed to hear the news.
"What happened?" She asked, concerned. "You are not focusing today. Are you ill?"
Heaven was panting as though she had been running through the entire castle. Her lungs and heart couldn't take it anymore. She felt weak and exhausted.?What was happening to her?
"I am fine." She lied, but Princess Klara didn't believe her.
"I think it's enough for today." She said despite the quick lesson. "Get some rest."
Gina who was watching from afar wondered why they had stopped. "What happened?" She asked as she came up to them.
"Nothing." Heaven hurried to say. "Just a little tired."
Princess Klara put a hand on her shoulder. "Make sure to rest. I'll meet your mother." She said and left them both behind.
Once her mother was out of sight, Gina placed her hands on her hips. "Whats wrong?" She asked, clearly aware that something wasn't right.
Heaven contemplated on whether to tell her about the man who dwelled in her dreams and now in her mind, making her unable to focus on anything except for the voice in her head.
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