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prince. But I have never met him before! I do
not want to marry a stranger!"
    Diana nearly fell on her ass as she watched
the exchange, but she didn't dare blink and forced herself to keep
from fainting. This was important, this was something she needed to
see, something familiar.
    She'd done this before, had these reactions,
felt these fears.
    "Marry me then," the man in black said.
    " What? " Fae Princess Diana
exclaimed.
    Real world Diana's jaw dropped.
    Fae Diana shook her head, slowly, as though
she didn't quite believe what she'd heard. "Nyx, you cannot be
serious,"
    "I am perfectly serious. If we are to be
blessed in marriage, then they cannot in good consciousness force
your hand. I love you, Highness, you know this. I will take good
care of you if you will be my wife."
    Diana already knew what the answer would be
by the pitying expression on the other her's face, the way she
slowly retracted her hands from Nyx's grasp.
    It wasn't that he was a servant, Diana
realized as she became more in tune with the fae woman's emotions.
The problem lay in the fact that she couldn't dishonor a promise
that her mother had made, regardless of whether or not Diana
herself wanted anything to do with it.
    "Nyx, you are a good friend, and I do love
you, but I cannot go against my mother's wishes. I cannot give you
my hand."
    Nix's black brows came down. He bit his lips
together and looked away from her, a clear indicator that he was
trying to not be angry at the rejection. The way the tips of his
ears transformed into a bright red gave that away anyway. "Of
course. Forgive me, Highness, I forgot my place."
    "Nyx!" The other Diana called, pain in her
voice.
    He already turned and started to walk
away.
    Diana—the real Diana—felt a tremble in her
shoulders. Soft at first but then more and more violent until
everything she saw, the hazy images and memories, became an
indistinguishable blur as she was pulled out of her dream.
    Azoth's face was in front of her, panic
written all over his expression. "Diana! Diana!"
    The floor left her in a whoosh, and in a
split second she was aware that he'd lifted her into his arms, as
though she weighed no more than a crumbling leaf, and was carrying
her away.
    "No," she said, trying to push him away, but
her weak attempts had all the effect of a drafty breeze pushing
against a brick house.
    "I will not touch you,"
    In bed, he meant, she was sure, since he was
already touching her now. Though he did keep his hands from
traveling anywhere inappropriate.
    Her nose and lip itched. She reached up to
scratch but pulled away when her fingers touched a wet slippery
something.
    When she pulled her hand back, a thick red
substance coated her fingers. Had she had a nose bleed during her
vision?
    That suddenly didn't seem important at all.
Her little woodland friends who came to visit her, the little scar
that ran diagonal between her eyebrows to just under her eye, the
dragon outside the stone of this cave, and hell, even that vision
she'd just had. Azoth was telling her the truth.
    "Nyx?" She asked.
    Azoth put her in bed and was in the middle of
tucking her in when she'd said it. He froze at the mention of the
name. "Your memories…we will speak again once you've rested. I will
wash that away."
    Probably talking about the bit of blood. He
grabbed a grubby looking cloth from somewhere on the floor. It was
cool and damp to the touch. He must keep a bowl of water in here
for basic washing.
    P rincess!
    That voice in her head again. Nyx's
voice.
    Didn't matter, she was being pulled into
dreamland. Diana wanted to stay awake and alert, but she might as
well have been breathing in chloroform for all the power she had
over her consciousness and her heavy eyelids. The bed was suddenly
too warm and cozy, her body contained all the willpower of a ball
of cotton, and she settled into Azoth's bed and passed out.
    Princess, no! Leave! Leave this prison!
    It was like a jolt of lightning struck,
forcing her out of what would