Leanna's head burned with a white hot pain, she groaned and squeezed her eyes closed as tightly as she could while she tried to restore some kind of normality. Very slowly, the pain dulled and she was able to take a few deep breaths without feeling like a knife was cutting through her skull. She felt someone's hand in her own, it was wet and rough but familiar. She remembered this hand, she remembered holding it before - at night in the dark. She remembered the warmth of an embrace, the passion of a kiss.
Very slowly she opened her eyes and the images began to swim around before she was able to focus on the man in front of her, worry etched on his face.
"C-Cole?" she asked weakly, unsure is she was imagining things. She knew he had said something to her but the words all got lost while she tried to focus herself. He didn't let go of her as she stood, and she used him for support.
"I don't know what's happening to me." Leanna admitted,
"I don't feel right - not sick, not really, just... different." She took a deep sigh, the pain had receded enough for her to feel fairly coherent.
"I've been having nightmares and hearing voices in my head, my body is so tired all the time." She looked down at herself as if there was a physical reason and only saw the dark gem that hung just between her breasts.
It seemed to call for her, draw her in like hypnotism. And she felt her world fade away once more. The voices came back, they were all a jumbled mess this time - telling her to send Cole away, how evil he was, how the Prince was so nice, so charming - she wanted to tell him that her mind had been thinking about marriage. That she had, at one point, fantasied about being married to someone that wasn't Cole. But she bit her lip, Cole didn't like her in a romantic way, she had figured that out the other night. There was suddenly a knock at the door and Leanna jumped,
"Hide!" she commanded, fearing it would be Targus or her Mothers maid, Suzie.
She pushed Cole into her bathroom but left the door open. Leanna opened the door and froze, it was worse than Targus or Suzie... it was her
Mother.
"Leanna, darling, we've received a -..." she paused, looking at her daughter with an almost mournful face,
"... a letter. For you. It's from the Country of Yeurna. Have you been writing to someone?" Leanna took the letter and looked it over, she hadn't written a letter in years, she shook her head.
"Should I read it?" The Queen looked uneasy, and led Leanna to the bed where they sat together.
"We'll read it together." she said with a sad smile, when Leanna opened the paper a small ring fell into her lap, a gemstone - the same as her necklace - bonded in a silver band. The Queen grimaced.
"Dearest Leanna, Princess of Androa,
I hope this letter finds you well. I am Prince Haytham of Yeurna and I am writing to you to ask for your hand in marriage.
You are a beautiful, intelligent woman and the Country of Yeurna would adore you as their Queen. You have been on my mind ever since that dance those two years ago. Your grace and charm are something I have never forgotten, and to this day I have dreamt of writing this letter to you. Now we are both of age, and I can already feel the happiness forming in these words.
I trust you understand the immense benefits that would come from having our countries unite, we would rule an empire, together. Princess Leanna, I look forward to your acceptance letter and will prepare your stay here with us immediately.
Yours forever,
Prince Haytham"
There was a heavy silence as Leanna put the paper in her lap, studying the ring, when her Mother put an arm around her voice shaking as she was on the brink of tears.
"Oh Leanna..." she whimpered,
"My poor baby. Your father received many letters from Yeurna - telling him about their plans to overthrow us, to start a war. But don't fret my sweetheart. We'll never allow something as disgusting as this to happen. I promise you." Leanna felt the voices in her head return, the ring fit perfectly on her hand and her suddenly went out of focus.
The Prince was a good man. He was writing because her wanted her as a bride. He loved her.
He loved her.
"But mother..." Leanna said, her voice so very different from it's normal happy pitch,
"I want to marry him." The Queen made a small gasp and held her daughter by the shoulders,
"Leanna. Listen to me. I know I've put a lot of pressure on you to marry, but this - this isn't right! Leanna... Leanna look at me!" but her daughters eyes were blank - as if Leanna wasn't there at all. And then an almost twisted grin appeared on her face.
"But Mother, " she spoke,
"Prince Haytham would make me so happy"